Feather with the fire

I was there when she told you, "I don't want you."
I whispered in your ear, "Nobody does."

You've been turning over plenty of stones.
Well, what have you found?
The same soil that you're running is the same soil that we call our home.

I will pull the sea out from under you.
You'll never find that goddamned fish. Nobody ever does.

She doesn't want you. Nodody does.

You've been turning over plenty of stones.
Well, what have you found?
The same soil that you're running is the same soil that we call our home.

"I could drink every day and still die of thirst.
I could kiss every inch of her body and still die alone."