Waxahatchee Clumsy Lyrics

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It's trivia, the tangles in my hair
Winter hat on my bedroom floor
Next to your underwear
And pretty soon I'll have nothing left to cut loose
Being clumsy's an explanation, not an excuse

Lately I think about insecurity
How I'm not real sure I even know what it means
Pushing through each boring, blurry day
This behavior is a method, not a phase

You spell it out, how I mistreated you
And I'm silent. You know I treat myself badly, too
So, I write Jordan letters to say I'm trying to learn
And say I'm sorry for how I acted that one summer

I know I've fucked up. I've put people through hell
Well, I guess I just don't know myself that well
He forgives, forgets and he thinks that I'm uptight
And I'm learning about loneliness each night

Waxahatchee / Chris Clavin Track Listing
Cassette 1
  • 1 Sister Saint
  • 2 Whiskey + Math
  • 3 Home Game
  • 4 Black Candy
  • 5 Clumsy
  • 6 How It Sounds
  • 7 Disconnected
  • 8 Greyhound
  • 9 Going to Hell
  • 10 John and Jodie
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