Lyrics Speedy Ortiz – Hitch

Place every bet on a hard horse
He won’t go down
Though his knees spasm
Though he wants to grey out

If you can stomach the top speed, let’s take it on
Your fever’s fewer than before and so it’s hard to get hot
Is that a challenge or something?
I’m never wrong about one thing

You’re sick, keep below
I don’t wanna throw you
You’re sick
Now you know that I wanna know you
Don’t endure a sickness you could let me cure
And I want to

I sent my crucible fawning in a predatory way
You’ve got a habit with stains; I study etymology
But I never succumbed to that dirty word till I met you

Now I’m sick, keep below
I don’t wanna throw you
You’re sick
Now you know that I wanna know you
In this blood a sickness
You learn to love and I learn, too

Sell every bet on your hard horse
I won’t go down
Though my knees spasm
Though I want to grey out
And you could call me a hard horse

You’re sick, keep below