DETECTIVE. Lyrics

I don't want your sympathy

Like we're cool

I heard you out like symphony, uh

O'er what you knew, uh

I don't wanna find out

Ion wanna find out what's yours and what's mine

We travel, oh

We travel through time

There's no such things as them stupid questions

Really

I'd cut my legs off if it meant you'd walk again

Walk again

Yeah, you know your dad was racist to Mexicans

I still play my guitar like it was south of the border

And all my friends said you'd be better off if you'd ignore her

I remember the days, yeah

Oreoz on the trays

Got my boxes on your waist, yeah

I keep letting your hair down whenever I am in town

Criminal offenses, yeah

Wipe the blood right off my lips

I get fucked up wherever I've been

Sleepwalk from my bed again

I get fucked up wherever I've-