AWOL

The shape of your data got me astral projecting
 But I think you and I we need to talk
 Because the soul of the code your equipment had sent me
 It 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 space between us is like a crime scene
 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 the 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 want to feel your hot flash
 I want to see your teeth gnash
 I want to 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