Mounder - August Lyrics

If it's strictly hypothetical
Why are we so manic, girl?
You'll be looking centerfold
And i'll be on the medical
You can finally get your fill
On all that you've been craving still
You can finally get your fill
On all that you've been craving still
Don't feel it changing
Time for rearranging
Knocking boots with thoughts to give
All beady-eyed and talkative
Flint to spark more conversation
This endless pile of ideation
You laugh it off and scoff at will
Your cloudy thoughts become distilled
You laugh it off and scoff at will
And you can't help but think that you still
Don't feel it changing
Progress disguised as waiting
If it's strictly hypothetical
Why are we so manic, girl?