Crowbar from Tigers Blood by Waxahatchee

i left your heart of glass in my unmade bed
in the right time, you could shine so bright in my doubtful eyes
& i — imprint all your ideas on mine
i — move awkwardly at the speed of light
maybe it’s easier to be afraid - drenched in tragedy, man-made
my compass is an antique - but if i’m not back soon, don’t come looking for me

you can take it pretty far on a prayer that’s pale & synthetic
bending my crowbar with tension that’s telekinetic
a paradox poetic, you get choked up reading the classics
your pride’ll take a gluttonous bite, a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it

i take a sip of something i can barely taste
dull as dusk with a skull and crossbones to bring us luck
& i — i know that you can’t read my mind
but i — swear i said the same thing a hundred times
maybe it’s harder than it should be - variations on a theme
i could wear it right on my sleeve - when an antagonist emerges don’t blame me

you can take it pretty far on a prayer that’s pale and synthetic
bending my crowbar with tension that’s telekinetic
a paradox poetic, you get choked up reading the classics
your pride’ll take a gluttonous bite, a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it
a stupid question, i’d rather not ask it

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