Waxahatchee - Youre damaged

^ACome right ^Eback. Buy all that they ^Ahave. Convenient di^Esguise, We distantly ^Alaugh

You are ^Eeleven. 199^A7. God is impl^Eicit. Your luck is cons^Aistent.

And no I can n^Eot see into the ^Afuture, No I cann^Eot breathe under^Awater.

^BBit your last ^Aword, I Call out to ^Byou, A BAEA This place is vile, and I'm vile too.

My gal and f^Eather, Vomit and w^Aater, We're not alone^E here, We invent our ^Aown fear. And separately ^Ewe ^Awill see chaos condo^Elence d^Aefeat

And now in t^Ehis place, ^A You talk to my s^Ehell ^A You keep double ^Ewides ^A You dream in mo^Etels ^A And my words are ^Eugly, And you can't d^Aiscern me, God's buried ^Eunder, Your damaged ^Awonder And no I can^Enot see into the ^Afuture, No I cann^Eot breathe underw^Aater.

^BWith sabers and s^Aticks, we'll run to o^Bur peace Kept undis^Aclosed and told of a ^Bme^Amo^Ery^A.

^AAnd in this d^Eejection, Lives a conne^Action Tattoo your vain s^Eilence And all my re^Asistence, We'll cut our hands ^Eagape and man^Aifest Compassion we'll ^Elose with time a^And test.