She asked how much stones I had in my stomach
I thought she said stories
I think I’m so special
For the average 25 year old
I had a lot of stories

And the stones have rubbed each other
To create a fire in my gut
Its spark is extinguished
Day by day
By watery thoughts

I could be engulfed by fire
I've made my choice
To create a river
To **** the burn

She asked how much stories I had in my stomach
I said "I had enough for me to learn"