Lips and Limbs - Waxahatchee

Could you be extraordinary?

Stems and seeds, bucket seeds.

This house is full of slurred speech,

your turn in that I watch you bleed.

And with this drink I’ll take you back home

where you shimmer in bright.

Stagger your charted parts

starts to be tied to sweet light.

And we don’t, it’s your turn to say,

I can’t feel a thing.

Is this just a wrinkle on a page that ends in glee?

Choose a path don’t run so fast

you were born to follow with me.

And with this drink I’ll swallow the intangible

I can’t get straight.

Control my limbs and lips

cause you’re credit is to misery.

Though mechanical a little bit,

from worse than overhead to approach me.

Could you be extraordinary?

We’re alone in this gaudy mess.

In the house of slurred speech

sharing gravity to suppress.

And in your ear I will whisper

weekly things that I do not mean.

Here a different diamond ring

now I won’t feel a thing.

I never had my turn to say, I can’t feel a thing.