You're Damaged

You're Damaged - Waxahatchee

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

Bit your last word I

Call out to you

This place is vile and I'm vile too

My gal and father

Vomit and water

We're not alone here

We invent our own fear

And separately we will see

Chaos condolence defeat

And 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

With sabers and sticks we'll run to our peace

Kept undisclosed and told of a memory

And in this dejection lives a connection

Tattoo your vain silence

And all my resistance

We'll cut our hands agape and manifest

Compassion we'll lose with time and test