Poison Control

don’t bring home that poison
you smell like smoke and your hair’s undone
you took a job at his hotel
braindead in a blue lapel
he got some money
he wears it well
don’t mistake me for him
i saw you take your makeup kit

i’m not a kid, i don’t fuck around
i’ll bash his face in, burn his house down
what do you think he’s gonna do with you?
you’ll wake up naked in an empty room

a tourniquet, turn off the blood
your friends get hungry
they talk too much
his skin hangs loose, some weird disease
he bit your mind, then let it breath in
that business talk, those tacky rings
he strung you out, i found your key