Hemlock

Where's that hemlock you got at the apothecary shop The stuff that you bought for the one you forgot I suppose it should taste quite fine But I don't wanna die I'll cry, but not for me I'll weep for thee When I think of the time I thought you were mine There's turpentine, libations of wine The shit that I find takes up all my time But time it tends to fly But I don't wanna die I'll cry, but not for me I'll weep for thee When I think of the time I thought you were mine I'm picturing paupers and princes and such And lingering lechers who long for your touch But I'm not one to pry And I don't wanna die I'll cry, but not for me I'll weep for thee When I think of the time I thought you were mine And passers by their wondering why There's someone like you with someone like I I've done my best I've tried And I don't wanna die I'll cry, but not for me I'll weep for thee When I think of the time I thought you were mine Now there're thoughts in your head left better unsaid Like the flowers of red that you left in my bed But roses wither to die And I don't wanna die I'll cry, but not for me I'll weep for thee When I think of the time I thought you were mine There's a howling gale on the Pequod you see That lone white whale and Queequeg and me And my sunken sailor's eyes But I don't wanna die But I die, when I think of me Weeping for thee And I die when I try To forget why I cry