365 from Tigers Blood by Waxahatchee

365 days
tell me you’re a wounded soldier
ya ain’t had much luck but grace is
in the eye of the beholder
& i had my own ideas but
i carried you on my shoulders, anyways

i stop picking up all your phone calls
take a shot at decency
if i heard your voice on the other line
unceremoniously
the shadows of a lie or
a state of emergency
i’ve been run down

i catch your poison arrow
i catch your same disease
bow like a weeping willow
buckling at the knees
begging you please

if you fly up beyond the cosmos
it’s a long way to fall back down
you always go about this the wrong way
& i’m too weak to just let you drown

so when you kill, i kill
& when you ache, i ache
& we both haunt this old lifeless town
& when you fail, i fail
when you fly, i fly
& its a long way to come back down

365 days
tell me i’m your lucky charm
we defy gravity again
somehow make it out unharmed
& i have my thoughts about it but
i carry you in my arms, anyways

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