pash rash

i've been doing this for half my years

i've been mouthing off in bars

trading shame for self-respect

my trajectory is crystal clear

i can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck

and the sky is always pitch black

when i sneak away

i only wanna come back and see your face

see your face again

i want to listen to the cribs

my dear

while we make out in your car

and fuck the haters who object - they've overrated self-respect

the sky is always pitch black when i sneak away

i only wanna come back to see your face

to see your face again

not borne on beams from outer space through amoled displays

to see your face again