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