I Believe There Is Nothing Worse

When her cursive tears are joined And roll on without words I believe there is nothing worse. I now have faith that even morphine, opiates, They will not make me feel, feel any better. However, I'll try to kiss her- And wipe those tears away And take off her clothes real slowly Before we pass that heaven's gate And her hairpins have nowhere to live. I'll testify oh' how, how My tolerance has grown But her dependence on me is now gone Her opioid kisses are always on my mind They needle me intravenously in her arms. When her cursive tears are joined And roll on without words I believe there is nothing worse. I now have faith that even morphine, opiates, They will not make me feel, feel any better. Better, better than the sun on the mud. Dry and cracked, waiting to be wet once more. Waiting to be leaves on the trees Flower petals on a southerly breeze. Ah, waiting in the wings for morphine, opiates to pleasantly please again?