Noccalula - Waxahatchee

We’ll make it real loud

Four years

We’ll barely speak

And you’ve got a husband now

I have Waxahatchee Creek

And you used to come here with me

I need a heavy heart

Allison’s only calling me when her life’s falling apart

So I pour it tall and talk to myself in my head alone

But it’s really better until I learn how

To gracefully let someone in and back out

But I won’t worry about it right now

Say what you’re thinking

I’m watching thoughts dance around in your head

You’ll let me down easy or you’ll beg for my empathy

And your lips are moving

Your mouth is so close to mine

I almost can taste your spit

Pilsner brew and cigarettes

If it keeps up we’ll run out of time

I’ll write you letters and I’ll write you songs

And you will be endlessly distracting and then

It falls flat onto paper again

You’re in the Carolinas and I’m going to New York

And I’ll be much better there

Or that’s what I’m hoping for

And we will never speak again