American Weekend - Waxahatchee

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 every day

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

American weekend