Toxin

Oh yea,
poison baby.
We're nothing but bad guys, rogue agents,
and mad scientists who all ran away
when the heroes came in sight,
but not today.
Not ever again.
Theres too many sticks of dynamite
and explosives in this town to turn back now.
Chaos in 3,
2,
1,
B-O-O-M-!!
Oh yea baby,
its nothing but poison here;
all types of toxins in my veins to keep
me from saying "Im sorry" or
"I know I was wrong".
You will always say I told you so,
so that'll never get old.
Just give me more chemicals honey,
we're almost alone.
Another state of mind is where I rest my soul.
Everyone knows the highway is my home
because Im always fucking ready to go.
I can sleep when Im dead,
so my eyes may appear low.
Bag full of
mental guns loaded with drugged bullets,
please....
shoot me up darling,
these meds aint gonna swallow themselves.
Oh baby the poisons I take
throw me in a type of paradise
or another person's hell.
Never find out till Im there,
but if theres one thing I do know,
its that Im not here.

Later Days