I Think I Love You - Waxahatchee

It’s late

We are not awake

And I smashed my phone

I am learning how to be alone

Resoundingly unpretty girl stares back at me

And I become what everyone’s harboring from

And is it your fault?

No, I think it’s my fault

We digress

You’re inhaling smoke, emotionless

Somewhere on a map

Unaware that I am falling flat

And you will hurt me

And I deserve it

It’s late

You are not awake

And it’s nothing

I want you so bad it’s devouring me

And I think I love you

But you’ll never find out