Waxahatchee - Whiskey and math

^DI'm not s^Ainging our s^Gong. I've been waiting here for way too ^Dlong, Working out ^Along equations, ^GDrinking from ^Apaper bags. ^DAnd I've spent ^A14 summers ^GFucking around with thi^Ds idea And I'll strain e^Avery connection ^GTo show you w^Ahat I'm made of and ^GYou said ^Em7again. ^G"you get wh^Em7at you put in". ^GMy phone won't ^Em7ring. ^GI've put in ^Em7nothing.

^DI'm not b^Alaming myself. ^GYou're down to dusty bones ^DAnd I read about w^Aomen in black ^GFloating up ^Ato the grey sky. ^DAnd if I was w^Aherever you are, ^GI'd tell you pretty things like ^D"we can s^Atay as long as you want, ^Gtangled in s^Aunny daylight" and ^GYou said ^Em7again. ^G"you get ^Em7what you put in". ^GMy phone w^Em7on't ring. ^GI've put in ^Em7nothing. And Those l^Dad^Aies in b^Glack, I s^Daw them a^Ascending, half-sm^Gil^Aing. And we ^Dli^Ave these sc^Gripted fates D G ADAG But in these moments we drop it and run away. ^DRu^An ^Gaw^Aay