waxalyrics

here are the promised lyrics from the Chris Clavin split tape I did. The link to buy the tape from PIX is :http://www.plan-it-x.org/release/chris-clavin/waxahatchee-chris-clavin-split/

sister saint

weak knees, fuck yr sympathy
i'll be my own best friend
she prays as the radio plays
"i see a bad moon rising.." again
foretold, she lives on hold
what is she trying to save me from?
blindspot in the adjacent lot
waiting for my time to come
i won't wait in this line
i've got nothing left in me
my weight on yr shifting spine
i fuck up and you fabricate me
gray days on paper plates
our vibrations collide
arcane, sister's a saint
she sets herself aside
pitfall, publish, appall
i fall down right in the street
you blow smoke, you sugarcoat
then you take a front row seat
and i think i've had enough
i'm not listening to it
lay all of yr cards on the table
i know that you'd take every bit
i won't wait in this line
sooner or later it goes awry
and you live yr life like a chore
and i'm not listening anymore


whiskey & math

i'm not singing our song
i've been waiting here for way too long
working out long equations
drinking from paper bags
and i've spent 14 summers
fucking around with this idea
and i'll strain every connection
and show you what i'm made of
you said again
you get what you put in
my phone won't ring
i've put in nothing
i'm not blaming myself
you're down to dusty bones
and i read about women in black
floating up to the gray sky
and if i was wherever you are
i'd tell you pretty things like
we can stay as long as you want
tangled in sunny daylight
those ladies in black
i saw them ascending, half-smiling
and we live this scripted fate
in these moments we drop it and run away

home game

23rd street
the only girl i've ever seen
pumpkin street light
i was just 14
you are not sick
you hit your head on the brick wall
quick comprehension
gold rings and waterfalls
we lived a fleeting convention
but i felt constant in others' absence
your mama, barely awake
and your feigned light heart
i was stuck from the start
trophy of mine
highschool football games
enemy lines
i think both sides feel the same
paris in the back of yr mom's chevrolet
she pretends we're not there, she smells like yesterday
we live like the last two on earth
and we'll float on our backs
til the whole sky goes black
your fresh mind, concentrated
all the water we're made of
til you evaporated
my mother says you are under our feet
under the sidewalks, under 23rd street

black candy

short breaths, our living death
you take me for a ride
mouth shut, all blood and guts
and social suicide
why don't you go, pretense in tow
we'll be alright
eyes wide, good looks preside
you take me for a ride
we ascend, hand in hand
i toss and turn, you understand
we learn to synchronize
tirade provoke and inside jokes
and you just go
moonlight pours in tonight
and you are infinite
we squeeze out dark disease
exboyfriend jealousy
and then you take off
yr name aloft
we'll be alright
fairweather friends forever
and i just wait in line
skinned knees, christmas eve
it meant everything
train tracks, we sit back
watch it atrophy

clumsy

its trivia, the tangles in my hair
winter hat on my bedroom floor
next to yr underwear
and pretty soon i'll have nothing left to cut loose
being clumsy's an explanation, not an excuse
lately i think about insecurity
how i'm not real sure i even know what it means
pushing through each boring, blurry day
this behavior is a method, not a phase
you spell it out, how i mistreated you
and i'm silent, you know i treat myself badly too
so i write jordan letters to say i'm trying to learn
and say i'm sorry for how i acted that one summer
i know i've fucked up, i've put people through hell
well i guess i just don't know myself that well
he forgives, forgets and he thinks that i'm uptight
and i'm learning about loneliness each night