My Friends Kill My Folks

My friends kill my folks in front of me
My friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry
They say the line is thick between cryin' and cryin'
They say the line is thick between dyin' and dyin'

I hardly ever listen and I don't steer, but I do hear, and I often peer at the features of men
Through my glasses, through my pictures, and through their faces
It's the only thing that keeps me awake
Through some nights and all kinds of mornings
When you hate yourself, it's the mirror you break
You won't find ears that fit your earrings

My friends kill my folks in front of me
My friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry
They say the line is thick between cryin' and cryin'
They say the line is thick between dyin' and dyin'

I once was used to killing and double talking
I wasn't right and then not even smokin'
So I know how it feels to hate your own guts, and rest your sick ego on if's and but's
And I don't see a light and I don't give a damn
I see your surface and I feel its thickness and what I see from where I am
It's so obvious not seeing it is a sickness

My friends kill my folks in front of me
My friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry
They say the line is thick between cryin' and cryin'
They say the line is thick between dyin' and dyin'