If all my thoughts were a poison bow, I'd point it at you and I'd let them go. I've paid for lust with a pound of flesh, Waiting for shame to come and do me in. This body's alive, Quit dreaming aloud almost every night. If d**h is a mercy, Then sleep isn't halfway empty, no. If all my thoughts were a poison bow, I'd point them at you and I'd let them go. Liar.