my soul is calm
but its in need of youre love
like the desert floor
is in need of water
how dry life becomes
when no ones there beside you
to share youre song with
in the physical sense
or the spiritual sense
even the smell of your scent
is what i dream of drowning in
your love is the water
im past dehydrated
ive felt the nausea
how long can one survive in
these conditions
before he drys up
but not even a sip
does she choose to provide me
i even gave you a rib
i belong inside you
yea you got that drip
but ill turn it into a fountain
and then drink until im full
dont you know youre my strength
must be the reason why you dont want me to have you