Waxahatchee - 8 Ball lyrics

Hey, I'll go away You let me take my own damn car To Brooklyn, New York, USA I'll dream embarra**ing reverie I'm all detached feeling like myself I'll drink too much, I'll cause a big scene And I'll breathe, I don't care who sees I'll be nobody, I'll be the wind blowing through the leaves And I'll fall, I will not be ashamed at all You'll see a failure, you want to plan my losing streak You want to be the 8 ball Why, I curiously catch a ride The blood that's keeping it alive Is the illusion of the limelight Manhood, the tragically misunderstood And you will bury the bad blood I am remiss, I am bodiless, output You see, it could not possibly be me I'm your diversion, I am the wind blowing down your tree It's plain, I lit the ground, work up in flames We watch the smoke rise, you want to name my weakness You want to be the rain