Better Friends with Strangers Lyrics

Better friends with strangers

They don't know where I've been

I can make up any story

And be anyone to them

They didn't see my lowest low

Or how I've treated the ones I've loved

They don't know my insecurities

Or when to call my bluff

They don't ask me about my drinking

Or when enough is enough

They just let me play my music

And clap when it's done

Blood is blood

And it might be thicker

Than this whiskey that I'm sipping on

Clinging to the liquor

For some solace that I'm seeking

It all seems quicker

Than addressing my apologies

Clutching Stamps I'll never lick oh

Got some friends

Come to some of my shows

But they've got their families

And other things to boast about

Than a beat up old guitar

And a couple dusty notes

And as far as family I've become quite a ghost

But according to my mama, I won't end up where she goes

Blood is blood

And it might be thicker

Than this whiskey that I'm sipping on

Clinging to the liquor

For some solace that I'm seeking

It all seems quicker

Than addressing my apologies

Clutching Stamps I'll never lick oh

So I'll sit with the strangers, and the hippies, and the outcasts

Till I fill that fuckin void

I just cant seem to get past

And I'll silence all their wonders when I'm smiling in a casket

Knowing I lived just how I wanted to

Avoiding all the traps set