Healthier Folk - Palehound

Too stoned take an antibiotic

I feel my infections wrestling my bones

Mouth ajar watching cuties hit the half pipe

I only feel half right around healthier folk

But oh why don't they 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

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 just downed an upper I almost wasn't chill

But oh why do they tease me

They just dangle me over promised piles

And my wide eyes are a reflex

That keep me stained and young inside this mild home