i feel like apathy's my only defense
cuz if i stopped to care, i'd hit a wall
i'd stop being me and
i'd become someone who's not me at all
unless, the mood, it grabs me
i'll stitch my lips together tight
because there's nothing i want to say
with this whiskey in me tonight.
i'll just paint myself in a corner
and watch with a weighted mind
and you'll have no idea what's going on inside.
i'm taking in the essence
of every unsophisticated gesture
these kids who live by the semester.
and i'll take advantage of every situation that breaks in my favor.
i'll lick my chops and pick my spots for every morsel that i'll savor.
my throat is on fire tonight,
and i'm ready to make some bad decisions.
it's so easy to when i see you
throw out your inhibitions.
we'll regret it in the morning,
but that's too many hours away to care.
let's pretend this never happened,
but still enjoy it like the summer air.
i'll just paint myself in a corner
and watch with a weighted mind
and you'll have no idea what's going on inside.
i'm taking in the essence
of every unsophisticated gesture
these kids who live by the semester.
and i'll take advantage of every situation that breaks in my favor.
i'll pick my spots, and lick my chops at every morsel that i'll savor.
it's too easy sometimes, and that's when i stop myself short.
it's too fucking monotonous when it's just love for sport.
take four shots, and save your thoughts
for some night when you'll truly heed them.
i'll pick my spots, i'll lick my chops
for one of those nights i really need one.
