The Mescaline Tree

I wanna be your toy for ten minutes
for ten minutes of your choice
I wanna be your toy
and I will hold your joy like a child holds a candy bar

I wanna be your toy for a day
or maybe for eternity
I wanna do everything that you please
inspiring our cold rivalry and transpiring my dislike of me

I understand my mistakes
I understand my past pain
I just don't understand this present continuos fear
of the future we will meet
of the fruit that wont ripe
rotting among dry leaves
coloring the dark dirt above our feet