Waxahatchee - “American Weekend”
i watch these projections of us
you’re magnetic and i cannot keep up.
and i feel as you move in real close
and i feel as your head arose
you’re a figment
i believed it.
i depart, your dog died today.
and you drive all the way here to tell me i’m okay
and i left and i didn’t say goodbye
and i ran all the way home in the gray moonlight.
it’s dark now but we made it that way
with what we drink and how we think and what we say.
we degrade ourselves
and then expect help.
it’s morning, we’re still in the same place
we are diluted, we are the only ones awake
and you hold me like you do it everyday
i chase a graceful way to erase or to run away.
we diverge and i collapse into my bed
and you are shoved awkwardly into my head
wage sleep to sleep in
I know I’ve said it before, but this is the best motherfucking EP around. This song’s lyrics are as great as any poem I’ve ever read, and I’m one of those people that reads a lot of poems written by ladies, you know?
Like I have to tell a bunch of tumblr feminist punks that the Crutchfields are perfect, but whatever.