Bathtub (Waxahatchee)

Take my word for it, I'm not worth it I ignored you all night and you don't deserve it Morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot I was sure you were right but you're not I contemplate my ruined fate Someone will hurt me so bad one day And you'll resonate or I'll apologize Or maybe I'll make the same mistake twice I hide from phone calls under the warm water Malice desists, no it woefully recurs And it plays like daytime TV shows, I confuse you and I tell you not to love me But I still kiss you when I want to And I lament, you're innocent But somehow the object of my discontent And it's fucked up, I let you in Even though I've seen what can happen You make a tape, receive it in the mail And I force myself busy, the diversion will prevail And I will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up And I will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub