The River Rushes (To Screw MD Over) lyrics

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 f*ckers 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