Tom
Little Drop Of Poison Lyrics

I like my town
I enjoy living in my town

With a little drop of poison
But there's something toxic and dangerous about it that makes it interesting

Nobody knows
No one else seems to realize this about the town

They're linin' up to go insane
People are eagerly heading towards madness and self-destruction

I'm all alone
Despite being surrounded by others, I feel isolated

I smoke my friends down to the filter
I rely on vices to cope with loneliness and maintain social connections

But I feel much cleaner
Ironically, indulging in these vices feels cathartic and refreshing

After it rains
Perhaps because the toxic qualities of the town are temporarily washed away

And she left in the fall
Someone close to me (presumably a lover) left in the autumn

That's her picture on the wall
I have a photo of her that I can't bear to take down

She always had that little drop of poison
She also had a dark and dangerous side that I was inexplicably drawn to

Did the Devil
Reflecting on the origin of the town's poisonous qualities

Make the World
As if the Devil created the world as we know it

While God was sleeping
As if God was not present or involved

You'll never get a wish from a bone
Trying to get something from nothing is futile

Another long goodbye
More goodbyes and losses that leave me feeling empty

And a hundred sailors
Perhaps a reference to a group of people who are similarly lost and adrift

That deep blue sky
The sky that brings both beauty and melancholy

Is my home
I am most comfortable in this state of sadness and longing

Well a rat
Comparing oneself to a rat, which is known for being sneaky and opportunistic

Always knows
I have a sense for when things are not quite right

When he's in with weasels
When people around me are deceitful and cunning

Here you lose a little everyday
Being in the toxic town erodes my sense of self and wellbeing over time

Well I remember
Reflecting on how things used to be

When a million was a million
When money held more value in the past

They all have ways
Everyone has their own tactics for getting ahead, even if they are questionable

To make you pay
To extract something from you in exchange for what they want

And she left in the fall
Repeating the same sentiment and grief

That's her picture on the wall
Repeating the same detail about the photograph on the wall

She always had that little drop of poison
Repeating the same insight about the woman who left