Misery Over Dispute - Waxahatchee

Revive the summer at dusk

I’ll run fast leave you in the dust and know

The soul that I pass on the street cannot

Let me or the cheating defeat

If I claim the sole regret

I love only enough to accept and

I’ll be spineless and sick in your eyes until

Death or the dragging of time

I chose misery over dispute

I’ve whispered and walked on eggshells just to

Choose misery over dispute

Choose misery over dispute