Air - Waxahatchee

It fogged up again

My spotless exit

So we walked two-by-two

With tedious intent

When I am gone, at least I won’t be thinking

I left you out like a carton of milk

You were quick to query me

But I wanted you still

To relay something warm

To break off a good piece

But you won’t be, you won’t be

And you were patiently giving me every answer as I roamed free

It fogged up again

My liar’s remorse

We stand hand-in-hand

Idle in our course

When we are moving, we just pretend to be strangers lamenting a means to an end

And you were patiently giving me everything that I will never need