Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh 

A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light 

I want to kiss it and make it feel better 

I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter 

But I抦 sick of it already I抦 just a little too high 

We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights  

The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right  

But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye  

When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight  

Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?  



I  do 

I抦 just a little too high 



Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs  

Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes  

A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms  

Yours finger spread like starfish  

It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry?  

You're just a little too high  

Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet  

Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble  

Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles  

Anger and vomit collide with a right cross  

You look a little sick, you look a little lost  

You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile  

Excuse me?  

You're just a little too  



Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue 

A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well 

Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws  

And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws  

A friend's space, just beds in a place  

Is that a nipple? is that a cock?  

Surely something sensuous has trickled over us  

Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock  

We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard  

Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal quartz  

And as you roll over the covers  

From one mouth to another  

I almost miss you, I almost say goodbye  

But I抦 a little too high