Musical Guest Phoebe Bridgers! Lyrics

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