Round and round the river goes,
It infiltrates, and scars, and flows.

I didn't realize that everyone wasn't so two-dimensional,
Good or bad, you can't be both.
But then I saw a different side of you-

Dangerous.

Beautiful.

I thought maybe,
If I could figure you out,
Then maybe I could set myself right.
Then maybe I could understand myself.
(Eyes to the sky, revolver in hand)
Is that so hard to understand?
'Cause I'm-

Ignorant,

Misguided,

Bro-

Can you help me?

And you're like a river, and I know that sounding pretty
And poetic isn't my thing - but it's true, and you'll never know.

Under that crystal blue surface lives-
Something I could never live with out.
And I wont say it here.
Or I can't, I don't know.

Round and round the river flows,
Both good and bad, both highs and lows.

Can you help me?