Under a Rock - Waxahatchee

Maybe you got your head caught in a ditch last night

I got to you, imparting

Now you’re someone else’s mess tonight

And I got upset, I told you twice

That I know how to break inside

The brick house that you built around your cranium

You wear it like a crown

Maybe I let on that I was interested

In your brand of lonely

A book you cracked once and never read

Your ravenous, insatiable

Appetite for the expendable

Will leave you just as hollow as your requiem

You’ll bang it like a drum

Maybe

Maybe