Hitch - Speedy Ortiz

Place every bet on a hard horse

He won’t go down

Though his knees spasm

Though he wants to grey out

I heard them call me a hard horse

If you can stomach the top speed, let’s take it on

Your fever’s fewer than before and so it’s hard to get hot

Is that a challenge or something?

I’m never wrong about one thing

You’re sick

Keep below, I don’t wanna throw you

Sick

Now you know that I wanna know you

Don’t endure a sickness you could let me cure

And I want to

I set my crucible fawning in a predatory way

You’ve got a habit with stains;

I study etymology

But I never succumbed to that dirty word till I met you

Now I’m sick

Keep below, I don’t wanna throw you

Sick

Now you know that I wanna know you

In this blood a sickness you could learn to love

And I’ll learn, too

Sell every bet on your hard horse

I won’t go down

Though my knees spasm

Though I want to grey out

And you could call me a hard horse

But keep below, I don’t wanna throw you

Sick

Now you know that I wanna know you

In this blood a sickness you could learn to love

And I’ll learn, too