Here it is It's the letter you wrote The night before you died Just so we would all know That it was not all good In fact, the bottom dropped out Oh, Katie, my love, There's nothing we can do now
There was no one around Only strangers and sort-of friends And you were bummed on the news That they had met without you They're sick of you being sick of yourself
Katie, you carry the weight of the world I carry some weight myself You carry the weight of the world It's dying in your arms again
Rewind the tapes and the years Back to punk shows and diner food Now NOFX is in town And you're not in the mood I'm sick of you being sick of yourself
Katie, you carry the weight of the world I carry some weight myself You carry the weight of the world It's dying in your arms again
You don't love anything anymore We've been worried sick for you And it's time you came back home
Katie, you carry the weight of the world I carry some weight myself You carry the weight of the world It's dying in your arms
Oh, Katie, you carry the weight of the world I carry some weight myself You carry the weight
Here it is It's the letter you wrote Oh, Katie, my love There's nothing we can do now