Lyrics Michel - Waxahatchee

Michel

Hands under my clothes
You can’t let it go
You set it up masterfully
And then blame it all on me
Cynicism smothering
Planted, blossoming in me
Our fun is toxic and bold
Embellished and oversold
Embody me because I am weak
And I moved out but I never opened my mouth
I never opened my mouth
It’s late
I’m up on the roof
In New York and I hung up on you
I can’t pay for the mistakes I made
So I’ll just let this die and decay