This bridge doesn’t take you anywhere
I didn’t come here to cross
I’ve only come to see your face in the water
If you’re not careful, I’ll smoke all of your cigarettes
and we won’t talk for days
then I’ll come see you the next time it rains

From July to December
the water barely touches the bank
The moon is still, it shines like a silver-dollar
You’re always young; I’m always so irresponsible
and how I’ll say your name
only to recognize the pain

Satisfaction a medal
You: A finish line
So I piss you off for the fear of winning
I toss you over that bridge
somekind of truth never made real
to float endlessly on the water in the creek
and you’re always here

This bridge doesn’t take you anywhere
I didn’t come here to cross
I’ve only come to see your face in the water
If you’re not careful, you’ll get your jeans all wet
and you’ll be sick for days
then I’ll come see you the next time it rains