talk about your kodak moments, i never thought that i would see
half as big and dumb a show of half-assed vulnerability
that sorry look on your face doesn't do you any favors, dear
were i a gambling man, i'd say the odds were in my favor here
but i'm not, and i've had a taste of what you've got
baby, take your leave and just leave me to rot
blame it on my intuition, i never could ignore the way
you bite your little fingernail with every line of bull you say
in a perfect world, we could live happily for decades on
were i a stupid man, i'm sure that's just what i'd bee banking on
but i'm not, and i've had a taste of what you've got
baby, take your leave and just leave me to rot
if i gave you time to wear me down, i'm sure i'd lose my nerve
but if i gave you time to wear me down, i'd get what i deserve
so i won't
and you're so sure you know me,
but you don't
and you think i'm thinking it over, but i'm not
and i've had a taste of what you've got
baby, take your leave and just leave me to rot
no, i'm not, and i'm full to the brim of what you've got
baby, take your leave and just leave me to rot
credits
from Phoenix,
released June 24, 2014
Matt Morrow - vocals, guitars, wurlitzer, mellotron, bass
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022