Dixie Cups and Jars Songtext
von Waxahatchee

I′m not a whipper in the wind
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
Escape yells both our names out loud
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you′ll act it out

I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Make up sits on your face like tar
Champagne flutes poorly engineered
Employ Dixie cups and jars


Like minds let go of doubt
I watched it blow right out and
We danced on gaffs and graves
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully, or I'll escape

I do not fall to losing face
I dream, I dive into something greater
Something to take my grief away
Dead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim

I am an arid abyss
I′m an arid abyss