Magic City Wholesale (Waxahatchee)

Crowd stale, wholesale We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet Wind shifts, I drift To autumn, I tell Dom what I see She laughs at me Blast beat, we retreat And it's a lonely street, the burden of circumvention But fractions like us Fill cities and flats and cul de sacs So we yell over it and have a laugh And it's a laughable scenario Peripheral motion picture show And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice Tonight's a blur We meet You scare me See, I have met people from Maine and Athens Georgia and Montreal And I'm dead, lips red Licking sugar, I smile at everyone Formulated fun