Healthier Folk

Too stoned, taking antibiotics I feel my infections Wrestle in my bones Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half pipe I only feel half-right Around healthier folk But oh, why don't 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 Oh 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'll just down an upper My almost-voice congealed But oh, why do they tease me? They just Dangle me over promised piles And my wide eyes are a reflex That keep them Stained and young inside this mild home Oh