Lyrics Waxahatchee – Clumsy

It’s trivia, the tangles in my hair.
Winter hat on my bedroom floor,
next to your underwear.
And pretty soon I’ll have nothing left to cut loose.

Lately I think about insecurity,
how I’m not real sure I even know what it means.
Pushing through each boring, blurry day.
This behavior is a method, not a phase.

You spell it out, how I mistreated you,
and I’m silent. You know I treat myself badly, too.
So, I write Jordan letters to say I’m trying to learn
and say I’m sorry for how I acted that one summer.

I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve put people through hell.
Well, I guess I just don’t know myself that well.
He forgives, forgets and he thinks that I’m uptight,
and I’m learning about loneliness each night.