A Little More - Waxahatchee

We pretend to be kind

I hold everything back

You politely point out

All of the goodness this world lacks

You draw x's on our backs

And the feeling tapers off

My feeling tapers off

Reality is lost

Reality is lost

I move delicately

I slowly choose my words

And when my presence is felt

I'll fly away just like a bird

A jagged truth left unheard

And I live a little more

I live a little more

And I die a little more

I die a little more

And I live a little more

I live a little more

And I die a little more

I die a little more

I live a little more

I live a little more

And I die a little more

I die a little more