8 Ball
by Waxahatchee
From the album: Out in the Storm
Track 2 of 10 on Out in the Storm (2017).
Duration: 2:49
Lyrics for 8 Ball
Hey I'll go away You let me take my own damn car To Brooklyn, NY, USA I'll dream Embarrassing reverie I'm all detached feeling like myself I'll drink too much, I'll cause a big scene And I'll breathe I don't care who sees I'll be nobody I'll be the wind blowing through the leaves When I fall I will not be ashamed at all You'll see a failure You wanna brand my losing streak You wanna be the 8 ball Why I curiously catch your eye The blood that's keeping it alive Is the illusion of the limelight Manhood The tragically misunderstood And you will bury the bad blood I am remiss I am bodiless output What you see It could not possibly be me I'm your diversion I am the wind blowing down your tree It's plain I lit the groundwork up in flames We watch the smoke rise You wanna name my weakness You wanna be the rain