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