American Weekend (Waxahatchee)

I watch these projections of us You're magnetic and I cannot keep up And I feel as you move in real close And I feel as your head arose You're a figment I believed it I depart, your dog died today And you drive all the way here to tell me i'm okay And I left and I didn't say goodbye And I ran all the way home in the gray moonlight It's dark now but we made it that way With what we drink and how we think and what we say We degrade ourselves And then expect help It's morning, we're still in the same place We are diluted, we are the only ones awake And you hold me like you do it everyday I chase a graceful way to erase or to run away We diverge and I collapse into my bed And you are shoved awkwardly into my head Wage sleep to sleep in American weekend