The Wolves from Tigers Blood by Waxahatchee

there’s a car on the corner, she’s waiting for me to come out
& i ain’t said a word in weeks, these old habits’ll weigh you down
i can’t talk to god, i can’t light it up
i can’t take something that i’m unworthy of
you might sing it wrong, clumsy, off key, top’o your lungs, smile at everyone

you don’t ease up on me
ya know i stay in a hurry babe
i miss a lotta good things
if i throw my body
on a plane, in a car, on the ground
i’m living like i’ll never die
& your ax is not a key

there’s a lock on the door that costs more than my car babe
& i ain’t ever come close to crossing that threshold anyway
i can’t hear our song on the radio
without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go
i can’t prize my certainty & let bygones fade away, for my own sake

i walk a paper thin line
i know there’s something for everyone
but i’ve got a one track mind
if i throw myself
to the wolves, i did it all for the glory
not the fruit rotting in my shade
or who’s begging to get inside

there’s a reason i fold, i’m sure it’ll become clear
you been proving yourself wrong, with or without me here
you don’t look around
you don’t check the score
you cause all that trouble & you beg for more
on every warm horizon of what i let disappear

you don’t ease up on me
ya know i stay in a hurry babe
i miss a lotta good things
& when i throw myself to the wolves
i do it all for the glory
not the wind shaking off my leaves
not begging for a key

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