The River Rushes (To Screw MD Over) - Oh Sees

Expertly, the river flows

Eventually, it takes me home

The weeping willows upon the shore

Are memories of lovers gone

And I don’t think these things are real

They might be hints of used to be

Like lovers lusting on the breeze

Or fuckers burning out their knees

Waiting as themes are freed

From faces in a memory

I can say «Ain't it silly»

For remembering what used to be