I think someone's poisoned everything
a drop of arsenic into the wine
but damn it tastes like Eden grapes
Where I can meet myself
without fighting with the mirror
Do you think you'd like yourself?
Maybe only in the smallest of doses
Just like the arsenic we drink
and the toxic way I think
I drank the wine
do you think I'll be all right?
Do you think I'm gonna die?
It tasted fine
and it made me feel like I was floating, just a little bit
I'm still a narcissist, bottomless
I've slept these 23 years away
And now the poison's pulling me away
three feet into the air
And maybe I haven't even left the ground
but, shit, will I ever?
So if pretending is as close as I'll get
then I'll take it
I drank the wine
do you think I'll be all right?
Do you think I'm gonna die?
It tasted fine
and it made me feel like I was floating, just a little bit