AWOL

The shape of your data got me astral projecting
But I think you and I, we need to talk (Need to talk)
Because the soul of the code your equipment had sent me
Might as well have been outlined in chalk

Now I cannot decipher what all the static is
But I got a pretty good read on your black thoughts

The passion that makes me feel alive again
It's gonna be the death, the death of us
The passion that makes me feel alive again
Oh, it's gonna be the death, the death of us
Death of us

The spacе between us is like a crime scеne

(No) No blood and no fingerprints
(No) No blood and no fingerprints
(No) No blood and no fingerprints
(No) No blood and no fingerprints

You got the wrong man, I never crossed that line
You got the wrong man, I never crossed that line
A-W-O-L

I owe myself an apology
I owe myself an apology
I owe myself an apology
I owe myself an apology
I hope that I mean it

Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I
Take my word, I don't want it
Doubt it, right? Yeah, so do I
Take my word, I don't want it
It ain't no good

Don't just stand there and look at me
Come and give me your trash
I wanna feel your hot flash
I wanna see your teeth gnash
I wanna come in dead last

Go down together, get drunk at the bottom
And tell you some bullshit like, "Baby, our scars are the same"

We are out of this world
'Cause all good drugs go to heaven
We are out of this world
'Cause all good drugs go to heaven