Poison in My Blood

Car horns fade, in and out,

matches the way your breathe in your sleep.

Oh sweet Dorothy,

what would I do without you?

Our plans of skipping town,

to the places you have seen on travel magazines,

or a catalogue of dreams.

But I - I can’t go too far,

with the poison in my blood.

I wake up in the middle of the night - I wake up!

I pretend that nothing ever gets to me.

But they do - oh yes they ****ing do!

Our plans of skipping town,

to the places you have seen on travel magazines,

or a catalogue of dreams.

But I - I can’t go too far,

with the poison in my blood.