All animals are territorial but I'll share my nest and drink from your neck
My body conforms and my youth is all that's left
I wrote in a song that I was a thief from the grave
I couldn't stay, I couldn't hold you while swinging for your face
She claims he's my savior
But I wasn't right to take her
Sunburn comes with every summer burned
I stay stoned and quiet
Why is he always like this?
The eager hunter clips the early bird
Salt in the wound is sweeter than sugar on skin
A post from a friend, a sweepstake I won from the debt that I fell in
Swinging the oar amongst an ocean of drought
Puddles, rain-clouds
The ships gonna sink less I throw myself out
She claims he's my savior
But I wasn't right to take her
Sunburn comes with every summer burned
I stay stoned and quiet
Why is he always like this?
The eager hunter clips the early bird