Waxahatchee - 8 Ball lyrics
[Waxahatchee - 8 Ball lyrics]
You let me take my own damn car
To Brooklyn, New York, USA i'll dream
Embarrassing reverie
I'm all detached feeling like myself
I'll drink too much, I'll cause a big scene
And I'll breathe i don't care who sees
I'll be nobody
I'll be the wind blowing through the leaves
When I fall i will not be ashamed at all
You'll see a failure
You wanna brand my losing streak
You wanna be the 8 ball why
I curiously catch your eye
The blood that's keeping it alive
Is the illusion of the limelight manhood
The tragically misunderstood
And you will bury the bad blood i am remiss
I am bodiless output
What you see it could not possibly be me
I'm your diversion
I am the wind blowing down your tree
It's plain i lit the groundwork up in flames
We watch the smoke rise
You wanna name my weakness
You wanna be the rain