Lively (Waxahatchee)

Doctors and naive love Silver spoons over fire You tell a lazy lie And I tell them you're a liar And we sit in the dark Needles and tubes in your arm I see you in dark glasses Writers and old movie stars And you'd die before you look me in the eye I had a dream last night We had hit separate bottoms You yell right in my face And I poison myself numb and You will lick your wounds In only the most crowded room I'm longing for my youth, You were lively then, too And you lie when the truth is hovering vast as the dark and grey sky We were crowded and blue You were lively then, too You were lively then, too...