What's Your Poison? (Scratch Lyrics)

I started writing this on my mobile a couple of days ago. Yes, even BoHo Scarecrows have mobile phones, mine doesn't even have a cable to plug into BT!

These are just scratch lyrics. Early starting point. Its about addiction and self-obsession. There's a bit of these in all of us, I figure. I deliberately chose to take an insular line on the profile of each protagonist.

I'm not going to write anything more now. I'm too tired. I need to sleep. I've been writing quite a bit, including a short story about honesty as the defence of the dishonest. Its made me dig quite deep. Graves. Bah!

Your friend,

The BoHo Scarecrow

What's Your Poison?

She works at home in the death of the night,
driven by the fear of her fading light,
there's no threat of delay,
or husband to fight,
Praying she can tick a box,
Or find a plot,
that'll make everything right.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

He sits by the side,
of the public bar rail,
washing away his pain,
with London Pride Ale,
He'd retrace his steps,
to when he first so gingerly crept,
but he's too drunk to find the trail.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

They could be hiding together,
on the municipal park bench,
savoring the lost seconds,
of other lives they'd spent,

And on another day,
these moments,
they could've passed away,
but in themselves they're addicted,
And instead they're separately entrenched.

What's your poison?
What's your poison?

She sits and talks to Mary Jane,
safe and hidden from the north western rain,
Laying down the tracks,
oblivious to the oncoming trains,
Dreaming of lost loves,
and the brief touch of fame,
until they are both one, both the same.

What's your poison?
Whether its in the heart,
or in your head,
What's your poison?

What's your poison?
Got to find a way to restart,
or soon you'll be dead.
What's your poison?

What's your poison?
Whether its in the heart,
or in your head,
What's your poison?