Plough - Speedy Ortiz

«Don't let your lids black, oil down that attractant.»

That’s what you said once, outside your cell

We used to go out, chant the names of power

Let’s hit The Plough, now you’re back around

YHVH, now you broke out

No, it isn’t the first time you showed up

On the first of the month, asking me for your cut

And some virgin parchment you brought me to read

Why’d you pick a virgin over me?

That’s an adult situation you threw

At your childhood contemporary

I was never the witch that you made me to be

Still, you picked a virgin over me

Yeah, you picked a virgin over me

Yeah, you picked a virgin…

The Plough emptied out and that was enough

I slid towards the door but you started freaking the fuck out

Stop shaking, why are you freaking the fuck out?

You better stop 'cause it’s freaking me out

He wants to burn all my candles but it isn’t for love

He wants to burn it on his fingers but I’m not the one to give it

He wants sulfur and salt and my name on his arm

He wants to burn, he wants to burn

He wants to burn all my candles, no, that isn’t love

He wants to burn it on his fingers, he thinks I’m the one to give it

He wants sulfur and salt and so, he’s holding me down

He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out

He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out

He wants to burn and it’s freaking me out