Swan Dive - Waxahatchee

I cling to indifference you to your worst memory

Dark winter morning you honk your car horn at me

And I will grow out of all the empty bottles in my closet

And you'll quit having dreams about a swan dive to the hard asphalt

Ooh ooh

Won't you sleep with me every night for a week

Won't you just let me pretend this is the love I need

And I will grow out of all the empty words I often speak

And you will be depleted but much better off without me

Ooh ooh

You hold on to the past you make yourself miserable

And I'm ruled by seasons and sadness that's inexplicable

And we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get

And I'll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret

Ooh ooh