| [00:00.01] | Too stoned, taking antibiotics |
| [00:06.80] | I feel my infections wrestling my bones |
| [00:13.66] | Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half-pipe |
| [00:20.34] | I only feel half right around healthier folk |
| [00:31.52] | But oh, why don't they hold me? |
| [00:37.04] | They just cradle me like a homesick child |
| [00:45.90] | And my wide eyes are a reflex |
| [00:51.05] | That keep me stained and young inside this mild home |
| [01:04.66] | |
| [01:20.95] | Drizzle honey on my open salt wound |
| [01:27.25] | Mom said use a harpoon, if I ever need a meal |
| [01:34.55] | Mouth ajar watching cuties hunt for supper |
| [01:40.87] | I just downed an upper, I almost wasn't chill |
| [01:52.26] | But oh, why do they tease me? |
| [01:57.98] | They just dangle me over promised piles |
| [02:07.00] | And my wide eyes are a reflex |
| [02:12.02] | That keep me stained and young inside this mild home |
| [02:26.21] |