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

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

To see your face, to see your face again

Not borne on beams from outer space through AMOLED displays

To see your face, to see your face again