Throw Me in the River

You’re an angel, I’m a mess
Darling, I’ve got nothing left
The skin I wore when we first met
Surely has by now been shed
And I’ll paper over what I lack
I’ll fill in the pores and cracks
I hope whatever you were running from
Didn’t catch you when you thought that you were gone
And I crossed another border
Further from home for the third time this week
And I wish I had the intelligence or identification to buy a phone
I’d give anything to hear you speak
Say something sweet
Say something nice to me
Then throw me in the fucking river
I’ll feed something if I drown
Throw me in the fucking river
I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
Like when we held hands in the front seat of the car
When we fucked in New Year’s Park
Thought that I would feel whole, thought that I would feel free
Least you thought I had a soul, least you fucking noticed me
This morning I’ll walk north on Main Street
Towards the temples, feel the sun’s heat
And I’ll know whatever happens, my conscience will be clear
Even if I let these thoughts I have puff up in smoke and disappear
Say something sweet
Say something nice to me
Then throw me in the fucking river
I’ll feed something if I drown
Throw me in the fucking river
I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
Then throw me in the fucking river
I’ll feed something if I drown
Throw me in the fucking river
I am already in the process of getting chewed up and spat out
And I miss what we were so much right now
I fucking miss what we were so much right now