Whiskey + Math

[Verse 1] I'm not singing our song I've been waiting here for way too long Working out long equations Drinking from paper bags And I've spent 14 summers Fucking around with this idea And I'll strain every connection And show you what I'm made of [Chorus] And you said again "You get what you put in." My phone won't ring I've put in nothing [Verse 2] I'm not blaming myself You're down to dusty bones And I read about women in black Floating up to the gray sky And if I was wherever you are I'd tell you pretty things like "We can stay as long as you want Entangled in sunny daylight." [Chorus] And you said again "You get what you put in." My phone won't ring I've put in nothing [Verse 3] And these ladies in black I saw them ascending, half-smiling And we live this scripted fate In these moments we drop it and run away