My fingers are my best friend
I use them without complaint
They let me take all the control
Abuse them until I faint.
My fingers are the only ones
Who may trespass through my lips
They like to tickle the back of my throat
Until I can see my hips.
My fingers are cleaned every night
After every single trip
Into to the bathroom, I lock the door
My eyes begin to drip.
My fingers are discoloured
But they don't really care
As long as they see my bright yellow smile
And I'm losing all of my hair.
My fingers are my best friend
My unnecessary drug
Once we're finished throwing up
We all unclog the plug.
