Waxahatchee

Misery over dispute

Waxahatchee
Revive the summer at dusk
I’ll run fast leave you in the dust and know
The soul that I pass on the street cannot
Let me or the cheating defeat you

If I claim the sole regret
I love only enough to accept and
I’ll be smile-less and sick in your eyes until
Death or the dragging of time
I chose misery over dispute
I’ve whispered and walked on eggshells just to
Choose misery over dispute
Choose misery over dispute

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