Huck Hastings - The Clincher

We haven’t spoken
I blocked your number
Bout a month ago
Hope you aint broken
Soakin in your sadness
Iron on the soul

Cause I got done with thinking
That you’d come around
That you might quit your drinking
And wanna settle down

With me

I miss your judgment
Miss your downward lip and your upturned brow
Miss the condescension
Look of satisfaction when you show me how
I miss the silence
When you're thinking deeply
Miss that absent sound

I guess I kinda miss it
Having you around
A mirror to my madness
My head stuck way up in the clouds

Now you're in my inbox
Reaching out for help
You know I can’t say no
You’ve been burning bridges
I’m aching for a clincher
Gotta let you go


I hope you're happy
I hope you're well
and that your life is good
That both your boyfriends
Keep you satisfied
In ways I never could

Written by:
Harrison Hastings Williams

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Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING

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