The Weakends Lyrics

Quick sand is a coat of arms
Loose leaf and some liquid fiction
Last rites every friday night?
Am I weaker with the lights on
High tide tied around my neck
The same song everybody's bleeding
What makes me so different?
The insides work the same
Do you ever fear the dark?
Impressions of your future
The slightest scrapes go whisper
The stillness of your heart
i feel the growing dark
A fever inching deeper
A fever inching to the core
I'll kick tomorrow
Fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weakends
Down the drain.

Show lines all around the world
Bright lights and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's kiss
Just a figment of a feeling
Hands pressed up against the chest
Holding out for the big connection
Last lunch never looked so good
Its a chump show all the way
As years go crashing by
I think of all I've pondered
So many minutes wondered
So many things undone
I've tried to figure out
How many lives I've wasted
Waiting for the perfect time to start

I'll kick tomorrow,
I'll send the weakends, (fighting back at the pour rain).