Waxahatchee - Luminary Blake

Full moon, we see our breath in a blue glow.
I follow you to the bar in the snow
And then we roll around in your sheets
And watch our habits become a routine.
And we'll fall asleep eventually.
And I'll move away, forget today someday.

Meditate, I expand on the floor,
Floating in pennies and microphone cords.
Repeat mistakes, you're easy to erase
And I abstain, ideal falls in to place.
But luck will fail
And others will pale
And I'll think of you.
And I'll think I tried it
Or I will deny it
But it's not true.

No one reminds me
That better won't find me
And I won't learn.
Tiger, tiger.
I play with fire
And I get burned.