Throw Me in the River - The Smith Street Band

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