Healthier Folk Songtext

von Palehound

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