Hollow Bedroom - Waxahatchee

I left like I got my way

But truly I left with nothing at all

When I saw you the next day

I knew they’d hear our breath through these walls

We are late

And we are loud

And we remain connected as you’re reading out loud

Mirroring a staggered youth

Flowered with nerves and shadows and truth

And it swept in

Like a strong wind

And I don’t believe I care at all

What they hear through these walls