Waxahatchee

Bathtub

Waxahatchee

American Weekend


Take my word for it, I'm not worth it
I ignored you all night and you don't deserve it
Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot
I was sure you were right, but you're not
I contemplate my ruined fate
Someone will hurt me so bad one day
And you'll resonate or I'll apologize
Or maybe I'll make the same mistake twice
I hide from phonecalls under the warm water
Malice desists, no it woefully recurs
And it plays like daytime tv shows. I confuse you
And I tell you not to love me
but I still kiss you when I want to
And I lament, you're innocent
But somehow the object of my discontent
And its fucked up. I let you in
Even though I've seen what can happen

You make a tape
I receive it in the mail
And I force myself busy
The diversion will prevail
And I will swallow all my guilt
with little pills and forge my chin up
And I will only think
about it in the morning, in the bathtub

Compositor: Kathryn Crutchfield (Waxahatchee)
ECAD: Obra #20560861

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