What Old Friends Do Lyrics

Oh, what happened to your old friend,
When you were young and green?
Like a sister so close to you,
So close, so close, so mean.
She sees you in your ugliest hour,
Your wretched face you cannot scour,
Your ill will, your wish to wound,
The one so close to you,
For that's what old friends do.
Oh, what happened to your old friends?
They left you in the dirt.
Those faceless trees stared down at you,
Your tears all smeared with grit.

They see you in your ugliest hour,
Your wretched face you cannot scour,
Your ill will, your wish to wound,
It is not said but just a**umed,
One will wither and one will thrive,
One will die to keep the other alive,
For that's what old friends do,
For that's what old friends do.