Waxahatchee piosenki

Weak knees, fuck your sympathy. I'll be my own best friend. She prays as the radio plays "I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again. Foretold, she lives on hold. What is she trying to save me from? Blindspot in the adjacent lot, waiting for my time to come. I won't wai...

I cling to indifference, you to your worst memory dark winter morning you honk your car horn at me and I will grow out of all the empty bottles in my closet and you'll quit having dreams about a swan dive to the hard asphalt ooh, ooh... won't you sleep with m...

The river's clouded thick with mud I can't hear your scream or see your blood And I do not trust your cheating luck I don't console you in the back of his truck I do not hold the means to mend You had a pain I could not comprehend Been in tangled envisioning...

Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech My hedonistic sugar-white beach And the grievance that I breed If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt Will you eat up my words with the dirt? Outside in my inept h...

I'm not singing our song. I've been waiting here for way too long, working out long equations, drinking from paper bags. And I've spent 14 summers fucking around with this idea and I'll strain every connection and show you what I'm made of. You said again. "yo...

Come right back. Buy all that they have. Convenient disguise, We distantly laugh You are eleven. 1997. God is implicit. Your luck is consistent. And no I can not see into the future, No I cannot breathe underwater. Bit your last word, I Call out t...