P.S. Eliot - Mood Ring текст песни

your mouth tastes just like mine
and i'm not saying that
it wouldn't be true
i've got this number in my head
i don't wanna wait
out in the grass i study our vibrations
keeping time, dead daisy chains
i don't wanna wait
our impending graceful isolation
mood ring in my bagpack
you lament what you lack
and we argue everyday

watch pretty love decay
i'm not saying that
it wouldn't be true
i've got this number in my head
i don't wanna wait
out in the grass i study our vibrations
keeping time, dead daisy chains
i don't wanna wait

on our impending graceful isolation
i've got this figment planted deep
we sell those for cheap
in spiral notebooks from your modern psyche
with your antagonistic spin
it cuts right through your skin
and you sprawl out
on top of your masterpiece
i don't wanna wait