Beside my bed I keep the tricks of the trade

My pocket knives, my lemonade

To carve dark hearts but in my defence

I caused no war, no pestilence

If untimely life precedes an untimely death

Then practice your penultimate breath

Before our faces slip from our skulls

One last gulp of gas and dust particles

From your t-shirt screamed the slogan "enough blunt love"

I am not sure what it means but it sounds like something I'd be guilty of

I protest my lack of innocence

You do not look sold

My quirks are mountainous

My follies manifold

Hypochondria and lack of sleep underpin

My faith in god and modern medicine

In times of weakness, never forget

That you broke me without breaking a sweat

From your t-shirt stared the emblem of undiluted love

It's a composite of every face I've yet to take advantage of

I protest my lack of innocence

You do not look sold

My quirks are mountainous

My follies manifold

Let's avoid batting our eyelashes like camels

In the hope of being all things to all mammals

I protest my lack of innocence

You do not look sold

My quirks are mountainous

My follies manifold