Saturated

I've got a bottle of memories and a one way ticket and paint on my new blue jeans

I keep watching the house of cards try to fall into a valley of melted dreams

A personal savior, that's what I want, I try to download her profile

She says, you're not my man, you're just something to haunt

But she stays for a little while

I've got to take my song to the river

Soak it in a muddy tune

I've got to beat the chords against boulders

My God! I've got to get there soon

Hot Molly broke the bathroom window with a towel wrapped around her fist

Crawled out into the April night saying, I've had enough of this