Musical Guest Phoebe Bridgers!

There's a pine-scented candle on my kitchen table
And a TV dinner on a porcelain plate
And the radio is warbling two indie songs
About separate misanthropic soulmates

I'm on my couch
Saturday night
Heart rate slowing
Fists clenched tight
The bass player takes a solo
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I hear Phoebe Bridgers
I hear Phoebe Bridgers

You can keep all your songs about the birds and bees
I'll take this soft synthesizer at the midnight hour
On this Janu-all-alone-uary evening breeze
From the woman with the voice like a pale white flower

Like a ghost
By any other name
The months have changed
But the song's the same
Cool air comes through the window
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I hear Phoebe Bridgers
I hear Phoebe Bridgers
I hear Phoebe Bridgers
I hear Phoebe Bridgers



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Pineda
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