Thérèse - Maya Hawke

Lyrics by：Maya Hawke/Benjamin Lazar Davis

Composed by：Maya Hawke/Benjamin Lazar Davis

I go see thérèse dreaming

She's stretching out her soar shoulder

Leaning back eyes closed reaching up

She is wishing she was older

Dreaming of an appaloosa

Saddled up riding out of town

Dreaming of a shelby cobra

Digging her tires in the ground

Bleeding bringing in a new year mess

Unaware of the stain on her dress

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's just thérèse

White kitten in the corner

Obscene

It really says it all

Milk matches her underwear

Get her down

Take her off the wall

She dreams of marlon in austin

Their bodies tangled in a net

She thinks of him every so often

When she feels like a space cadet

She empathizes with your feelings

She's more interested in the ceilings

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's just thérèse

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's just thérèse

She reminds me of memories

Sleeping off the growing pains

We were seeing enemies

Spelling out each others names

Whispering inside our red house

While the adults were asleeping

I guess thérèse is just for me

A quiet I keep on keeping

Thérèse does not belong to you

The horses cars and cowboys do

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's just thérèse

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's just thérèse

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse

It's tactless it's a test

It's just thérèse