[00:00.01]Too stoned, taking antibiotics
[00:06.80]I feel my infections wrestling my bones
[00:13.66]Mouth ajar, watching cuties hit the half-pipe
[00:20.34]I only feel half right around healthier folk
[00:31.52]But oh, why don't they hold me?
[00:37.04]They just cradle me like a homesick child
[00:45.90]And my wide eyes are a reflex
[00:51.05]That keep me stained and young inside this mild home
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[01:20.95]Drizzle honey on my open salt wound
[01:27.25]Mom said use a harpoon, if I ever need a meal
[01:34.55]Mouth ajar watching cuties hunt for supper
[01:40.87]I just downed an upper, I almost wasn't chill
[01:52.26]But oh, why do they tease me?
[01:57.98]They just dangle me over promised piles
[02:07.00]And my wide eyes are a reflex
[02:12.02]That keep me stained and young inside this mild home
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