I tried to make it work, but I just kept scraping rocks. Those holes where our hull was damaged, they meant too much

The water dissipated, now it's all but gone. Don't know where it went, it can't get very far

I'm starting to think this was a bad decision. A fool on the brink, by my own admission

This river ain't deep enough to swim. No river will wash away sins

I pushed as hard as I could to prove a point. This constant reminiscing, I don't enjoy

If I just take a second look at what I did...no solace or escape, I bare every inch

I should have known it from the start. It's better for my heart

I'm better off just staying on the banks