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