Waxahatchee - Misery over dispute

^CRevive t^Ghe summer at dusk. ^AmI run fast, l^Emeave you in the dust and ^Cthe First soul that I ^Gpass on the street cou^Amld not Rid me of my c^Emheating defea^Ct.

^CIf I c^Glaimed a sole regret^Am I Loved only ^Emenough to accept an^Cd I'll Be spineless and ^Gsick in your eyes ^Amuntil Death or the ^Emdragging of time ^CI Chose misery ^Gover dispute ^AmI Whispered and ^Emwalked on eggshells j^Cust to Choose misery o^Gver dispute ^AmI Chose misery ^Emover dispu^Cte.