Doomsday - Speedy Ortiz

Mouth made of dried meat

Some mouths come over to me

To lick up what I leave

Legs kickin' the stream

Parting the white waters out

It’s the parting of everything

Maybe it’s sex

Maybe it’s sexlessness

Maybe it’s doom

Maybe it’s death

Maybe it was your death

Maybe it’s doom

Right, this one feels right

One who was lost in the snow

Buried up from below

Right, wasn’t I right?

Humming some shit songs I wrote

'Bout the parting of everything

Away on an ash

Your timeline could not be matched

This one, it’s doom

Drowned in the lake

With every stroke you take

Baby it’s doom

Called me the hex

I never said I was less

Maybe I’m doomed

Wasn’t I right?

Humming some shit songs I wrote

About the parting of everything