Waxahatchee - Whiskey + Math lyrics

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

And you said again "You get what you put in"
My phone won't ring i've put in nothing

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"

And you said again "You get what you put in"
My phone won't ring i've put in nothing

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