Wasting Poison

Why worry about wasting poison?
It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in

Let's hurry this up, my knees are losing patience
It's blurry, its dark enough for me to fake it

Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile
Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn

Why worry about wasting poison?
It cures me of doubt, its a matter I have no choice in

Drunk on pollen, I become perfumed with bile
Count the hours, cut a notch for every dollar you burn

A freight train gripping the mist in the distance: a fistful of wishes.
Blissed out on missing blistered kissing: wistful reminiscing.

Blameless, nameless touch: I breathe a bit too much
Clutch it until I blush

Blameless, nameless touch
I breathe a bit too much



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Writer(s): Sylvia Haynes
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