Latvia

One night soon you'll take my belongings
And throw them on the edge of the road,
Maybe thumb a lift to Latvia
Or somewhere close.

And then, you'll all but forget me
Crawling around with a torchlight
Like a drunk longing for booze,
Craving for mementos, and only you to lose.

I'll write you letters you'll never receive
Worded In a way that'd make you hate me
If I could just forget you,
And you could just forget me.

One night soon you'll take my belongings
And toss them to the edge of the road,
And I'll end up in Italy, or Latvia,
Or somewhere close.