War - Waxahatchee

Listening to the outside

Happiness swelling landslide

I’ll show you, I’ll fill up the room

I’ll devastate you, it’s true

I run my soul and body down

If I kept a parasite around

I’ll keep lying to myself

I’m not that untrue

I’m in a war with myself

It’s got nothing to do with you

In my head there’s a war room

Keeping score, ripe to exhume

I’ll come in hot, I’ll fill up the room

Possessed and consumed, it’s true

I wonder how I wound up here

I try to say it loud and clear

But I mostly keep to myself

What I’m going through

I’m in a war with myself

It’s got nothing to do with you

Listening to the outside

Stagnant air on the front lines

A dark star on a clear night

Brightly born under a bad sign

I run my soul and body down

If I tote this dead weight around

I’ll keep lying to myself

I’m not that untrue

I’m in a war with myself

It’s got nothing to do with you

It’s got nothing to do with you

It’s got nothing to do with you