“Who drags their best friend out to Death Valley?”

Death Valley is where I live

I've been dry for so long

I don't remember a time my skin wasn't cracked

Death Valley is where I live

I've been hot for so long

Of course I have grown accustom to my weak body

Death Valley is where I live

I've been low for so long

Because this is the lowest point

And I live here.

Then one day I see you,

Death Valley is not where you live

You never have had to be

Dry

Or hot

Or low

Death Valley is not where you live

Your skin stays smooth and soft

But you still reached out for my hand

Death Valley is not where you live

Your limbs shimmer as sweat drips off them

But you still share with me your water

Death Valley is not where you live

You live somewhere in the mountains

Or in a town with every season

Or a city in a skyscraper

Or somewhere I know is beautiful

Then one day you see me,

Death Valley is not where you live

You were just passing through

You never had to be

Dry,

Or hot,

Or low

Death Valley is where I live

You saw me, and chose to stay

Now Death Valley is where you live

You can leave whenever,

However,

You let your skin crack and dry,

And your body is weak,

But even your lowest point, isn't as low as me

Some travelers say I stole you from the mountains,

Or a town with every season,

Or a city in a skyscraper,

Or somewhere that must have been beautiful

They say "Who drags their best friend out to Death Valley?"

I say "Why did you choose to stay?"