Driftwood by rosey

I'm sand and saltwater
balanced on driftwood, singing at strangers
and i'm piss, and i'm vinegar
and i'm whiskey breath, clogging your airways

and ain't you just the one that makes it so easy

well, you're burnt, dry soil
you're raging drunk, driving home late
you're big, disassembled
you're therapy. I can't afford it

and ain't you just the one.

I wasn't mad enough as a kid,
so now I'm mad at everything
shoulda done, shoulda been
shoulda known how it would end

now she's bitter, and she's rough
and she won't be soft like porcelain
and ain't you just the one

• Rock
• Memphis