You're Damaged - Waxahatchee

Come right back

buy all that they have

convenient disguise

but this time we laugh

You are 11, 1997

God is implicit

You’re luck is consistent

No I cannot, see into the future

No I cannot, breathe underwater

Bit your last word

I call out to you

This place is vile and I am vile too

My gallant father

vomit and water

We’re not alone here,

We invent our own fear.

And separately we will see

chaos condolence defeat

And now in this place

you talk to my shell

you keep double wise

you dream in hotels

my words are ugly

and you can’t discern me

gods buried under

you’re damaged wonder

and no I cannot see into the future

no I cannot breathe underwater

Sabres and sticks

we run to our peace

Kept undisclosed and told of a memory

and in this dejection

lives a connection

tattooed in vain silence

and all my resistance

will cut our hands agape and manifest

compassion we’ll lose with time and test