i don't care
i'll embrace all of my vices
and we'll black it out
or atleast slow everything down
and i'll fish [bad word] 
and i'll drink until i'm happy
and i'll wonder what you're doing but i won't call

our paths split
its 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 [bad word] 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