Waxahatchee - Silver

I stare at myself
The whole world keeps turnin'
I went out in the storm
I felt the house burnin'

The kiss on my lips
starts to feel unfamiliar
A part of me rots
My skin all turns silver

You tell a classic story
Smothered underneath formality
I'll portray the old shag carpet
You can walk all over me

If I turn to stone
The whole world keeps turnin'
I went out in the storm
And I'm never returnin'