The Dirt

Song The Dirt
Artist Waxahatchee
Album Ivy Tripp

Lyrics

[00:08.477] Loaded, you'll eulogize before you will preach
[00:13.545] Rubbing your filthy hands on my speech
[00:16.993] My hedonistic sugar-white beach
[00:20.520] And the grievance that I breed
[00:22.557] If I fill you with fiction that won't hurt
[00:29.767] Will you eat up my words with the dirt?
[00:44.239] Outside in my inept hands or my active eyes
[00:49.411] I'll use the oxygen in this room
[00:52.833] To call everyone I know and unhinge
[00:56.490] Disrupt neutrality
[00:58.319] You'll deliver a fable I could live
[01:05.711] And I'll throw it off the nearest cliff
[01:20.288] Long since I was as empty as a young child
[01:25.356] Hope lying in prospect
[01:27.289] I wasted my boredom hastily
[01:30.946] In the basement brimming with nothing great
[01:38.260] I'm a basement brimming with nothing great