Waxahatchee - Dixie Cups and Jars lyrics

[Waxahatchee - Dixie Cups and Jars lyrics]

I'm not a whipper in the wind
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle
Or your thick skin
Escape yells both our names out loud
We run like hell
I'll write a tragic epilogue and
You'll act it out

I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter
Taste in his exertion away
Make-up sit's on your face like tar
The champagne flutes poorly engineered
Employ dixie cups and jars

Like minds let go of doubt
I watched it blow right out
And we danced on gaffs and graves
You'll remain, i will find a way to
Leave gracefully or I'll escape



I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater
Something to take my grief away
Dead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim
I am an arid abyss i'm an arid abyss

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