Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh - Bright Eyes, Phoebe Bridgers

The phone slips from a loose grip

Words were missed then, some apology

«I didn’t want to tell you this

No, it’s just some guy she’s been hanging out with

I don’t know, the past couple weeks I guess»

Well, thank you and hang up the phone

Let the funeral start, hear the casket close

Let’s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat

Well, laughter pours from under doors

In this house, I don’t understand that sound no more

It seems artificial, like a TV set

Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh

This weight it must be satisfied

You offer only one reply

You know not what you do

But you tear and tear your hair from roots

From that same head you have twice removed now

A lock of hair you said would prove

Our love would never die

Well, ha ha ha

I remember everything

The words we spoke on freezing South Street

And all those mornings watching you get ready for school

You combed your hair inside that mirror

The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears

Something about those bright colors

Would always make you feel better

But now we speak with ruined tongues

And the words we say aren’t meant for anyone

It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance

But there was once you