dream pools

i like to go cross-eyed because then everything makes sense.

heroin, be the death of me
heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life
because a mainline in my vein
leads to a center in my head
and then i’m better off than dead
because when the smack begins to flow
i really don’t care anymore
about all the jim-jims in this town
and all the politicians making busy sounds
and everybody putting everybody else down
and all the dead bodies piled up in mounds