Waxahatchee - Lively

B F# E
doctors and naive love
silver spoons over fire
you tell a lazy lie
and i tell them you’re a liar
and we sit in the dark
needles and tubes in your arm
i see you in dark glasses
writers and old movie stars

G#m E
and you’d die before you look me in the eye

i had a dream last night
we had hit separate bottoms
you yell right in my face
and i poison myself numb and
you will lick your wounds
in only the most crowded room
i’m longing for my youth ,
you were lively then , too
and you lie when the truth is hovering vast as the dark and grey sky

we were crowded and blue
you were lively then , too

you were lively then , too . . .