"Singer's No Star" lyrics - WAXAHATCHEE

"Singer's No Star"

Mostly all the time will go to you
Coming up for air for all the people who
Recognize the sadness in a stranger with less to lose


We get comfortable with our detachment to our oldest friends
And you got me here where I'm left alone
I'm not the only thing you ever left

If I were to spoil a victory
Or accept all of your trust and praise in spite of me
Will you recognize the failure in my voice before I leave?


We sit on a crowded ship
It's not the ending that's the tragic part
If you'd get off my shoulders and sit beside me we would both be fine