Sister Saint, by Waxahatchee Live at Nervous Energies Weak knees, fuck your sympathy. (hammer first string) I'll be my own best friend. She prays as the radio plays (hammer again) "I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again. Foretold, she lives on hold. (hammer it) What is she trying to save me from? Blindspot in the adjacent lot, waiting for my time to come. I won't wait in this line. I've got nothing left in me. My weight on your shifting spine. I fuck up and you fabricate me. Gray days on paper plates, (hammer) our vibrations collide. Arcane, sister's a saint. (hammer) She sets herself aside. Pitfall, publish, appall, (hammer) I fall down right in the street. You blow smoke, you sugarcoat, then you take a front row seat. And I think I've had enough. I'm not listening to it. Lay all of your cards on the table. I know that you'd take every bit. I won't wait in this line. Sooner or later it goes awry. And you live your life like a chore and I'm not listening anymore.