Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh 
 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'm sick of it already I'm 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'm 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 
 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 [bad word] 
 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 
 [bad word] 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 
 friend's place, just beds in a space 
 Is that a nipple? is that a [bad word]  
 Surely something sensuous has trickled over us 
 Like streams [bad word] 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'm a little too high