Waxahatchee 8 Ball Lyrics

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Hey, I go away
You let me take my own damn car
To Brooklyn, New York, USA
I'll dream embarrassing rivery[?]
I'm all detached feeling like myself
I drink too much, I cause a big scene

Now breathe, I don't care who sees
I'll be nobody, I'll be the window through the leaves
Now fall, I will not be ashamed at all
You'll see a failure, you want to plan my losing streak
You want to be the 8 ball

Why, I curiously catch a ride
The blood that keeping it alive
Is the illusion of the limelight
[?] the tragically misunderstood
And you will bury the bad blood
I am [?], I am bodiless output

You see, it could not possibly be me
I'm your diversion, I am the window down your tree
It's plain, I lick the ground, work up in flames
We watch the smoke rise, you want to name my weakness
You want to be the rain

Out in the Storm Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Never Been Wrong
  • 2 8 Ball
  • 3 Silver
  • 4 Recite Remorse
  • 5 Sparks Fly
  • 6 Brass Beam
  • 7 Hear You
  • 8 A Little More
  • 9 No Question
  • 10 Fade
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