"Crimes Of The Heart" lyrics - WAXAHATCHEE

I got off at your stop, at my stock's sudden drop
I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate
I can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell
A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through, take a shortcut
And I coulda called, I suppose, I'm the thorn on your rose
I'm the emperor's new clothes, and I make it look easier every time
If you'd left it to me, who knows where we would be
Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine

[Chorus:]
Survey my breaker like cheap wine
You let it in sometimes
A floodgate you can pantomime
You let it in sometimes

In every crime of the heart, you'll rip yourself apart
It's outsider art, provokes every emotion
And it may bewilder a few, it's an unpleasant view
You're an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end

[Chorus:]
You play the villain like a violin
It comes from within
Darkness you can befriend
It comes from within

[Outro:]
It's a dead end
Don't overextend
Hail the darkness you can befriend
It's a dead end
Don't overextend
Hail the darkness you can befriend