Wrong River

I'm tryna map out my love for you I don't know where it began We're going walking at Shark River soon Geography I understand Please tell me where the line is drawn in the sand I can't see it anymore Is it too much to ask for you to have this conversation Or has your head also been resting on that door You go on writing songs about the wrong river I'll be burning my bridges You keep on foraging for mushrooms in the forest I'll keep on pulling off ticks I swear you saw that movie cause you warned me of the party scene And when the girl would get sick You said "I really think you'll love it friend, it's gay enough" And I said "there is no such thing" You go on writing songs about the wrong river I'll be building my bridges You keep on foraging for mushrooms in the forest I'll keep on pulling off ticks You go on writing songs about the wrong river I'll be harmonizing You keep on being there whenever I call for you I'll keep writing what I miss