Poison

Creatures of habit

Scurrying rabbits

Chew chew chew the bone

Bring it back home

Nails in the railway

Turning loose, slipping

Choo choo choo it goes

All the way home

I think I can I think I can

But I still can’t ever get out of this body

Until I die

And even then it might be too late

Too late for living

Too late for loving

So chug chug chug the bottle

Till it all feels better

Then feels even worse tomorrow

We all need poison sometimes

Sometimes all we need is poison