Take my word for it, I'm not worth it I ignored you all night and you don't deserve it Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot I was sure you were right, but you're not I contemplate my ruined fate Someone will hurt me so bad one day And you'll resonate or I'll apologize Or maybe I'll make the same mistake twice I hide from phonecalls under the warm water Malice desists, no it woefully recurs And it plays like daytime tv shows. I confuse you And I tell you not to love me but I still kiss you when I want to And I lament, you're innocent But somehow the object of my discontent And its fucked up. I let you in Even though I've seen what can happen
You make a tape I receive it in the mail And I force myself busy The diversion will prevail And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up And I will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub
Compositor: Kathryn Crutchfield (Waxahatchee) (BMI)Editor: Wichita Songs LtdAdministração: Domino Publishing Company Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #20560861 em 02/Mai/2024