Yvette Lyrics - Southeastern - Jason Isbell

I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac 

bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. 

I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered up, 

head to your toe, so nobody will notice you 

I might not be a man yet, 

but that bastard will never be, 

so I'm cleaning my Weatherby 

I sight in my scope 

and I hope against hope. 

I hope against hope. 

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Your mother seems nice, I don't understand why she won't say anything. 

As if she can't see who he turned out to be. 

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I might not be a man yet, 

but your father will never be. 

so I load up my Weatherby, 

and I let out my breath, 

and I couple with death. 

I couple with death. 

Saw your father last night, and in the window the light made a silhouette. 

Saw him hold you that way, he won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette.