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WAXAHATCHEE · Ivy Tripp 2015 · Track 02 of 02
Written by Katie Crutchfield
It fogged up again My spotless exit So we walked two-by-two A tedious ascent When I am gone, at least I won't be thinking
I left you out like a carton of milk You were quick to query me But I wanted you still To relay something warm To break off a good piece But you won't be, you won't be
You were patiently giving me every answer as I roamed free
It fogged up again My liar's remorse We stand hand-in-hand Idle in our course When we are moving, we just pretend to be strangers lamenting a means to an end
You were patiently giving me everything that I will never need