The Heroine of Heroin

You've got yourself showers of disappointment
And the thunders rock what little judgment you have left.
Poison rain touches your lashes that burn away good decisions,
And you fight for happiness, or what's left of your vision.

We'll sip from the cup that we'll call a safe bet,
And we'll remember the times we gave to life [cheers!].
A few times we'll remember the illusions we assume,
But that won't scare us enough; we love to inhale those toxic fumes.

Down the peppered lances of powered dreams we'll walk,
The ones you're so afraid to let go of.
And we'll push up to breathe in the confrontations of tomorrow we can't touch,
We'll take showers of heroin with a touch of ambition that's way too much.

The showers of disappointment are rocking your boat,
And Jonah's sinking the whale with a bit of lost faith,
We'll throw our hope and whistle while we work;
You've got yourself left with poison rain and a pale little smirk.