Catfish

Album cover art for "Catfish" by Waxahatchee

Waxahatchee - Rock, Lo-Fi

Catfish

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Duration: 2:48

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Crave, desolate, you dive in, we follow along I contrive you with whiskey and Sam Cooke songs And we lay on our backs, soaking wet Below a static TV set Conversation flows Counting shooting stars and catfish But I'll never make a wish Barefoot, parking lot, getting high in Portland, Oregon Echo 17, we glue it back and poke fun And it gets real quiet, I don't care Darting with moonshine, truth or dare And I say just what I'm thinking And second guess instantly And you laugh at me We stick to our slow-motion memory It's one in the morning and 90 degrees And though now it is hovering darkly over me It'll look just like heaven when I get up and leave You're a ghost and I can't breathe

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Writers
  • Katie Crutchfield