Waxahatchee - Misery over dispute

^ERevive t^Bhe summer at dusk. ^EI run fast, leave ^Ayou in the dust and th^Ee First soul that I ^Bpass on the street could ^Anot Rid me of my c^Bheating defeat.^E

^EIf I claimed ^Ba sole regret I ^ELoved only enou^Agh to accept and ^EI'll Be spineless and ^Bsick in your eyes unt^Ail Death or the ^Bdragging of time I^A Chose misery ^Bover dispute I ^A Whispered and ^Bwalked on eggshells just to ^A Choose misery o^Bver dispute I ^A Chose misery ^Bover dispute.^E