Текст песни Anti-Curse - Phoebe Bridgers , Julien Baker , Lucy Dacus , boygenius

Gettin' deep
I'm out of my depth at a public beach
I never listened, I had to see for myself

It's comin' in waves
Shoots through my mind like a pinball strayed
Friendly fire, point-blank

Salt in my lungs
Holdin' my breath
Makin' peace with my inevitable death

I guess I did alright, considering
Tried to be a halfway decent friend
Wound up a bad comedian
An honest fool with more bad habits than you can count

There we were
Was anyone ever so young?
Breakin' curfew with illegal fireworks
Unpackin' God in the suburbs

I'm swimmin' back

See, you don't have to make it bad
Just 'cause you know how

Writin' the words
To the worst love song you've ever heard
Soundin' out the foreign characters

An incantation like an anti-curse
Or even a blessing