Healthier Folk

Too stoned, taking antibiotics

I feel my infections wrestling my bones

Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half-pipe

I only feel half right around healthier folk

But oh, why don't they hold me?

They just cradle me like a homesick child

And my wide eyes are a reflex

That keep me stained and young inside this mild home

Drizzle honey on my open salt wound

Mom said use a harpoon, if I ever need a meal

Mouth ajar watching cuties hunt for supper

I just downed an upper, I almost wasn't chill

But oh, why do they tease me?

They just dangle me over promised piles

And my wide eyes are a reflex

That keep me stained and young inside this mild home