Waxahatchee - Mud Lyrics

And we're the same, have it out down in the mud
Glance at your name written out in your blood
I might take it upon myself
Yearning for a restless hell

Call me an angel in the background
Singing, "I'm not the one"
Not your haven at the bottom
Or some miserable companion
I might beam with empty virtue
But I'm a feather blowing
In your storm garbage, weather worn

I take my aim at a girl suffering
We share a name and a need to not be seen
She might take it personally put on airs, undercut me

So if I call you up tomorrow
Screaming, "I'm not the one"
To be privy to your fiction
Help you get your shit together
I'm a fool in angel's clothing
I'm a glutton for being let down
But I can't help you, I can't stick around

Said I don't want nothin' to do with it
Yeah, I'm not the one
To keep betting against the odds
Yeah, it won't go my way forever
If I held you any tighter call me terrified, call me unprepared
You might be stupid but you're not scared