War Songtext
von Waxahatchee

Listening to the outside
Happiness swelling landslide
I′ll show you, I'll fill up the room
I′ll devastate you, it's true

I -- run my soul and body down
If I -- kept a parasite around
I'll keep lying to myself
I′m not that untrue
I′m in a war with myself
It's got nothing to do with you


In my head there′s a war room
Keeping score, ripe to exhume
I'll come in hot, I′ll fill up the room
Possessed and consumed, it's true

I -- wonder how I wound up here
I try -- to say it loud and clear
But I mostly keep to myself
What I′m going through
I'm in a war with myself
It's got nothing to do with you

Listening to the outside
Stagnant air on the front lines
A dark star on a clear night
Rightly born under a bad sign