Buildings Breeding Youth Is All That's Left
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