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
Courtesy of lyricshall.com

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