Grass Stain (Waxahatchee)

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