[00:00.00]Dixie Cups and Jars - Waxahatchee
[00:08.59]I'm not a whipper in the wind
[00:16.58]Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle
[00:22.08]Or your thick skin
[00:24.51]Escape yells both our names out loud
[00:31.68]We run like hell I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
[00:56.36]I watched your dad give you away
[01:04.35]I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
[01:12.46]Make-up sits on your face like tar
[01:19.82]The champagne flutes poorly engineered
[01:24.50]Employ dixie cups and jars
[01:44.47]Like minds let go of doubt
[01:52.40]I watched it blow right out and
[02:00.51]We danced on gaffs and graves
[02:08.47]You'll remain I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
[02:32.55]I do not fall to losing face
[02:40.35]I dream I dive into something greater
[02:45.22]Something to take my grief away
[02:48.78]Dead leaves crunch I will not be missed
[02:55.89]I fill my jar up to the brim
[02:59.82]I am an arid abyss
[03:08.43]I'm an arid abyss