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 crying and crying

they say the line is thick between dying and dying 


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 


i once was used to killing and double talking

i wasn't writing then, not even smoking

so i know how it feels to hate your own guts

and rest your sick ego on ifs and buts

and i don't see a line and i don't give a damn

i see a surface and i feel its thickness

and what i see from where i am

is so obvious not seeing it is a sickness