Lyrics:

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