_There's dirt under my nails_
Better than him under my skin
It's better than her in my head
_But there's dirt under my nails_
There's blood in the water
And salt in the wound
What am I gonna do?
Dust in my wild wide eyes
Grass and sand under my thighs
Muddy hair caught in the breeze
Stepping on sticks fallen of trees
Balancing on a stepping stone
Isolated and alone
Like the stream, small and f...
