Written by Katie Crutchfield
Intro: D D E F# Bm I'm not a whipper in the wind D E F# Bm Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin D E F# Bm Escape yells both our names out loud D E F# Bm We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out D E F# Bm (2x) I watched your dad give you away I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away Make-up sits on your face like tar The champagne flutes poorly engineered, employ dixey cups and jars Bridge: D Bm A Like minds let go of doubt D Bm G I watched it blow right out and D Bm A We danced on gaffs and graves D Bm G A You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape D E F# Bm I do not fall to losing face I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away Sead leaves crunch, I will not be missed I fill my jar up to the brim, I am an arid abyss I'm an arid abyss End on: D
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