Where is the one Who will mourn me when I'm gone Who will pour water on my bed of dirt Who will breathe fire on my neck at night I heard someone say There's a chance that I would meet her I could be perse- Phone and she demeter To pull me from the underground that I call home Her name is no one no one... She blinds me with her eyes 'cause she's The one, the one She lives somewhere not here... My lovers are as smooth As a politician's tongue The more I look for goodness, The more that I find none I heard someone say, That she's honest and good... Her name is no one no one no one... I measure out my days With sips of a corona I'm pretty sure she drives An old fucked up corolla To pull me from the underground That I call home I've a funny feeling There's no chance that I will meet her So I'll measure out my nights To my metronome's meter Her name is no one...