Sticks and Stoners

All my stoner friends wrap their pains up
Somedays getting high just enough
Of a rush
They like that feeling far too much
Too much
Their synthetic friends never get enough
Promises don't mean more than mush
Not much
Words are lies and used to kill the soul
All my stoner friends stick a cure for harm

But oh what a friend you are
Oh how friendly you are
With sticks stuck in your arms
I see the cure you carve
All of the stoner stars
Hot box with credit cards
Sticks and stones thrown around
Hurts worth within your arm

All my stoner friends wrap more pains up
Sometimes they try to talk me into some
Maybe a lot
Laced up and I'm hooked on the net
Ensnare
Thought you had me for the rest of my existence
All my stoner friends messed with their mind
And mine
Made their memories a hazy blind
Tried to rid me of my precious time
Throwing stones at bystanders in the sky

But oh what a friend you are
Oh how friendly you are
With sticks stuck in your arms
I see the cure you carve
All of the stoner stars
Hot box with credit cards
Sticks and stones thrown around
Hurts worth within your arm

All my stoner friends blinded with smoke
One falls out at the shindig house
Sticks in their arms from last nights bash
A crash
Sirens outside so run for your life
Run for your life
So run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life
Run for your life

But oh what a friend you are
Oh how friendly you are
With sticks stuck in your arms
I see the cure you carve
All of the stoner stars
Hot box with credit cards
Sticks and stones thrown around
Hurts worth within your arm
Hurts worth within your arm
Hurts worth within your arm
Sticks and stones thrown around
Hurts worth within your arm