Scorpion Grasses

She's a holy, naked picture  
Or the wrong end of a gun  
She's a lengthy monologue  
Waiting to be done  
She's an accurate description  
Of each Forget-me-not  
All home remedies and ailments
Or prescription drugs  
 
She's the gift of life  
Wrapped around the promise of death
As you cut up your arms  
On angel's hair and baby's breath  
 
She's the war that you've been fighting
While looking for peace  
She's an uptown lady
Or a hippie if you please  
Don't turn off the phone, babe
Don't leave me alone  
I can't understand what's taking so long
 
She's the gift of life  
Wrapped around the promise of death

I light another cigarette
All the things she said
I still can't forget
Don't even try
You can't understand
Just come a little closer, baby
Don't you know I'm your man?

You know I'm your man