Daisy Jones & The Six(86)







Regret Me

When you look in the mirror Take stock of your soul And when you hear my voice, remember You ruined me whole

Don’t you dare sleep easy And leave the sleepless nights to me Let the world weigh you down And, baby, when you think of me I hope it ruins rock ’n’ roll Regret me

Regretfully

When you look at her Take stock of what you took from me And when you see a ghost in the distance Know I’m hanging over everything Don’t you dare sleep easy And leave the sleepless nights to me Let the world weigh you down And, baby, when you think of me I hope it ruins rock ’n’ roll Regret me

Regretfully

Regret me

Regretfully

Don’t you dare rest easy And leave the rest of it to me I want you to feel heavy Regret me

Regret setting my free Regret me

I won’t go easily

Regret it

Regret saying no

Regret it

Regret letting me go One day, you’ll regret it I’ll make sure of it before I go





Midnights

Don’t remember many midnights Forgotten some of my best insights Can’t recall some of the highest heights But I’ve memorized you

Don’t remember many daybreaks How many sunrises have come as I lay awake Don’t dwell on my worst mistakes But I always think of you

You’re the thing that’s crystal clear The only thing that I hold dear I live and die by if you’re near All other memories disappear Without you

Without you

Don’t remember how I was then Can’t keep straight where I was when What is my name, where have I been Where did I start, where does it end You’re the thing that’s crystal clear The only thing that I hold dear I live and die by if you’re near All other memories disappear Without you

Without you

Don’t remember who I used to be Can’t recall who has hurt me Forget the pain so suddenly Once I’m with you

You’re the thing that’s crystal clear The only thing that I hold dear I live and die by if you’re near All other memories disappear Without you

Without you





A Hope Like You

I’m easy talk and cheap goodbyes Second-rate in a first-class disguise My heart sleeps soundly, don’t wake it A hope like you could break it

I’m lost deep in crimes and vice Can’t get to the table to grab the dice My heart is weak, I can’t take it A hope like you could break it

It doesn’t matter how hard I try Can’t earn some things no matter why My heart knows we’d never make it A hope like you could break it

People say love changes you

As if change and love are easy to do My heart is calling and I can’t shake it But a hope like you could break it Some things end before they start The moment they form, they fall apart My heart wants so badly just to say it But a hope like you could break it Told myself this story a thousand times Can’t seem to break the wants free from my mind So much of my world goes unnamed Some people can’t be tamed

But maybe I should stake my claim Maybe I should claim my stake

I’ve heard some hopes are worth the break Yeah, maybe I should stake my claim Maybe I should claim my stake

On the chance the hope is worth the break





Aurora

When the seas are breaking And the sails are shaking When the captain’s praying Here comes Aurora

Aurora, Aurora

When the lightning is cracking And thunder is clapping When the mothers are gasping Here comes Aurora

Aurora, Aurora

When the wind is racing And the storm is chasing When even the preachers are pacing Here comes Aurora

Aurora, Aurora

When I was drowning Three sheets and counting The skies cleared

And you appeared

And I said, “Here is my Aurora.”

Aurora, Aurora





To Mindy Jenkins and Jake Jenkins





ACKNOWLEDGMENTS


I was really interested in telling a story about two people who had complex feelings for one another, but were also trying to create something together that was separate from what was going on between them. And I set it in the '70s because it feels like such an evocative time in L.A.’s history. The Sunset Strip during that time had the Southern California sound, Fleetwood Mac, the Eagles, the Laurel Canyon scene having Crosby Stills and Nash, Joni Mitchell, and the Mommas and the Papas all living in the same neighborhood. I got really excited by that, and so I know that I am in a good space creatively when I want to get lost in something. It seems to be a good time that other people want to get lost in too, so that’s where it started.

I’ve always been really fascinated by Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham and their relationship. And so, wanting to write about a band similar to Fleetwood Mac was absolutely part of it. The other part of it is that I became really taken with a band called the Civil Wars, which was a band of just two people—a man and a woman—and they sang these incredibly intimate songs, but they weren’t together. They were married to other people, but they broke up, randomly—just very abruptly one night and they won’t talk about it. They won’t go on record about it, and I was very fascinated with that. And I’d known some friends who are musicians and I’ve seen, from a very distant perspective, the way that art and collaboration with another person can blur lines sometimes: whether you’re collaborating solely in a creative way or if the romance is creeping into that.

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