"bronco" lyrics
It's just another habit to get used to
You hold it like resentment, wet grass in the park on my back
Through the shirt that I borrowed from you last year
It's just another corner I curl up in the back of your mind in
But you follow me down where you know you shouldn't follow
I got shit I gotta tell you we both know I swallow
Like the carvings in the mirrors of the truck stop bathrooms, baby, I see you everywhere
It's just another come up in the pit of my stomach at the bus stop
My pockets full of all the shit I need just to get out of here
It's just a couple pressed pills and my tin snips
I give an hour on the beach to this pack of cigs
You wanna meet me in the diner with your secret bottle
Hold the bitter on my tongue just to taste what I swallow for once
You hold me down in the garbage grove
Down where the darkest ripest fruit grows
Flashing lights, appeasement's automatic
Between my eyes just TV static
Whatever you wanna hear baby
That's the way it goes
Pin my wrists against the sunrise
Feel the bottle between my bare thighs sliding
Like a bronco I was made to ride your highs and lows
I'm choking down my thoughts with cross-tops, old bitter coffee just for good luck
I wouldn't blame you for leaving darling, if I could walk away I would
But at the end of the day, it ain't a choice you make
After enough of my shit you just disengage
So I just lean into my brain and watch the sunrise from the back porch
See your car parked in the driveway when I bike down to the liquor store
But these gears are fixed, baby, there ain't no slowing down, just point those handlebars down that hole you found
'Cause in those lights, appeasement's automatic
Between my eyes just TV static
Whatever you wanna hear baby
That's the way it goes
Pin my wrists against the sunrise
Feel the bottle between my bare thighs sliding
Like a bronco I was made to ride your highs and lows
I'm burning letters and old notebooks, gonna let that tired kid lay down in the burned out hallways of my stoned reflections
(All the things she needs), all that quiet harm drowns in
Sunburns, showers, sharpie notes from strangers on her arms
I light a candle for my body: "happy birthday birthright enemy!"
Pull me out cause I'm not breathing I'm always facedown in the deep end
Where every moment, like broken glass, a holding cell, a furtive glance falls in squares of light against an empty bedroom floor: I lie there heaving
Beneath the bad voice, the mental seasons, just let the year go and call it even
All that's left, my friend's, that love you chose: to ride your highs and lows
You hold it like resentment, wet grass in the park on my back
Through the shirt that I borrowed from you last year
It's just another corner I curl up in the back of your mind in
But you follow me down where you know you shouldn't follow
I got shit I gotta tell you we both know I swallow
Like the carvings in the mirrors of the truck stop bathrooms, baby, I see you everywhere
It's just another come up in the pit of my stomach at the bus stop
My pockets full of all the shit I need just to get out of here
It's just a couple pressed pills and my tin snips
I give an hour on the beach to this pack of cigs
You wanna meet me in the diner with your secret bottle
Hold the bitter on my tongue just to taste what I swallow for once
You hold me down in the garbage grove
Down where the darkest ripest fruit grows
Flashing lights, appeasement's automatic
Between my eyes just TV static
Whatever you wanna hear baby
That's the way it goes
Pin my wrists against the sunrise
Feel the bottle between my bare thighs sliding
Like a bronco I was made to ride your highs and lows
I'm choking down my thoughts with cross-tops, old bitter coffee just for good luck
I wouldn't blame you for leaving darling, if I could walk away I would
But at the end of the day, it ain't a choice you make
After enough of my shit you just disengage
So I just lean into my brain and watch the sunrise from the back porch
See your car parked in the driveway when I bike down to the liquor store
But these gears are fixed, baby, there ain't no slowing down, just point those handlebars down that hole you found
'Cause in those lights, appeasement's automatic
Between my eyes just TV static
Whatever you wanna hear baby
That's the way it goes
Pin my wrists against the sunrise
Feel the bottle between my bare thighs sliding
Like a bronco I was made to ride your highs and lows
I'm burning letters and old notebooks, gonna let that tired kid lay down in the burned out hallways of my stoned reflections
(All the things she needs), all that quiet harm drowns in
Sunburns, showers, sharpie notes from strangers on her arms
I light a candle for my body: "happy birthday birthright enemy!"
Pull me out cause I'm not breathing I'm always facedown in the deep end
Where every moment, like broken glass, a holding cell, a furtive glance falls in squares of light against an empty bedroom floor: I lie there heaving
Beneath the bad voice, the mental seasons, just let the year go and call it even
All that's left, my friend's, that love you chose: to ride your highs and lows
