Down in my valley
Are vultures like lovers
That search for
That something
To hold on to

Maybe
Its crazy
That I hope for
Something more
Than flesh, bones, teeth, and skin
Won't they ever, baby?

Would you
Hold my
Hair back
When I'm sick
And sometimes
We can't see
What we're meant to do

If I am
Please don't
Remember
Those nothings
From our heart
That quickly
Exploded