Witches - Waxahatchee

Stave it off, don’t let it get away

The hold you had was ironclad, don’t sway

You take it just like a man, babe

Scathing at the first sight of pain

A link in that old chain

Marlee’s in the back just trying to maintain

Her wind on the weather vane

There’s nothing here to gain

But if you wanna buy a round, we might hang out

Give us all something to talk about

The myth won’t love you like no other babe

The myth will always be fair weather, babe

We do stupid things in the right way

Spineless at abandon in vain

A link in that old chain

Lindsey’s giving me a little faith about

What tomorrow might bring

There’s nothing here to gain

Allison always had a heavy disdain

For every link in that old chain, chain, chain

Ooooh

You can’t bluff or outsmart

All reasons fall apart

Yeah, the myth without struggle, babe

It can’t fill your heart