ALBUM REVIEW: Lucy Dacus – Home Video
You can’t feel it for the first time a second time.
You can’t feel it for the first time a second time.
I don’t see the point in leaving my house, because I always come back.
I can be anything with you.
You are not here to conform.
Slide tackling in my mind, obsessing in the dark
The fear and the doubt grow deeper again.
Hollowed hearts clenched tight in history, to a family drowned deep in misery.
You only like me when I’m numb.
With vigour they scratch red spots, overwhelmed by their king.