Grass Stain

I don't care

I'll embrace all of my vices

And we'll black it out

Or at least slow everything down

And I'll fish for compliments

And I'll drink until I'm happy

And I'll wonder what you're doing but I won't call

Our paths split

It's morning but I still feel it

And we skate around

Why, our intemperance feels so profound

And I let you in real slow

And I regret it immediately

And I run away so fast, you fall too deep too easily

I don't care

If I'm too young to be unhappy

Or I recklessly impair

This newfangled proclivity

And I won't answer my phone

And I'll never leave my bedroom

And I'll avoid you like the plague because I can't give you what you want

I won't give you what you want