Burns Much Brighter - The Details

You arranged your remedies

in colour-coded piles.

The blue ones suppress, the red ones treat,

while in the throes of your denial.

You and I, we love

popping pills and shooting drugs.

I’m listless, but stable and young.

Don’t just stand there, make it numb.

Holy water covers me,

it burns us from inside.

Twenty cents, as cheap as free,

but it hurts our bottom line.

You and I, we love

taking names and firing guns.

I am having too much fun,

so don’t just stand there.

But you burn much brighter.

You owe yourself a lazy afternoon.

You’ve learned all you know from daytime radio.