G, C Come right back. Buy all that they have. Convenient disguise, We distantly laugh You are eleven. 1997. God is implicit. Your luck is consistent. And no I can not see into the future, No I cannot breathe underwater.

^DBi^Ct your last word, I Call out to you, This place is vile, and I’m vile too.

^GMy gal and father, ^CVomit and water, ^GWe’re not alone here, ^CWe invent our own fear. ^GAnd separately we wi^Cll see ^Gchaos condolence d^Cefeat

^GAn^Cd now in this place, You talk to my shell You keep double wides You dream in motels

And my words are ugly, And you can’t discern me, God’s buried under, Your damaged wonder And no I cannot see into the future, No I cannot breathe underwater.

^DWi^Cth^D sabers and sticks, we'll run to our peace ^CKe^Dpt ^Cundisclosed and told of a memory.

^GAn^Cd in this dejection, lives a connection Tattoo your vain silence And all my resistence, We’ll cut our hands agape and manifest Compassion we'll lose with time and test

Waxahatchee - Youre damaged