Waxahatchee - Catfish lyrics
[Waxahatchee - Catfish lyrics]
I contrive you with whiskey
And Sam Cooke songs
And we lay on our backs, soaking wet
Below a static TV set
Conversation flows
Counting shooting stars and catfish
But I'll never make a wish
Barefoot, parking lot, getting
High in Portland, oregon
Echo 17, we glue it back and poke fun
And it gets real quiet, I don't care
Darting with moonshine, truth or dare
And I say just what I'm thinking
And second guess instantly
And you laugh at me
We stick to our slow-motion memory
It's one in the morning and 90 degrees
And though now it is hovering darkly over me
It'll look just like heaven when
I get up and leave
You're a ghost and I can't breathe
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