| The Weakend – This Is For The Understanding That We'll Never Be Understood Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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This is the last night I'll be writing you. If apologies mean nothing, than neither do these photographs that hang on my wall. So, let's look at our inhibitions. And try to envision how fun it would be to be tied up in the backseat with a brick on the gas. It would be easier if we could talk this over. But I'm not nearly sober enough to think this through. It’s times like these that keep us addicted. It's times like these that make starting over sound right. Yeah! So, I've been walking with vampires. Because they understand my need to keep my arms around her waist while marking her neck. C'mon let's get back to the basics one last time before you die. Can someone pass me another glass of gasoline? I can't wait until I breathe flames that burn every precious memory. Turn up the stereo. And drown in our sorrow. Take out the cards and the dice. Because I'm gambling with our lives tonight. And this one lane bridge is getting so much closer. With every breathe we take we're lying in the ditches. Headlights chase our ghosts, displaying scars and stitches. As I watch your life pass through the rear view mirror, this tourniquet won't hold much longer. Blood is flowing and I'm getting dizzy again. If I wake up tonight you won't see the light of day. So, I've been walking with vampires. Because they understand my need to keep my arms around her waist while marking her neck. C'mon let's get back to the basics one last time. So, take this straight to your fucking wrist. Because the edge of a razor talks better. [x5] |
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| The Weakend – The Night I Set The Sky On Fire Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I'll bite my nails down to the skin. As I sketch and plan the artistry. Use these wires as tapestry. Turn the sky to ash and debris. Step by step with our broken knees. While you gouge at your eyes so religiously. And you'll never see how I stripped the wires for the first time. And held my breath for the last. [x2] I'll bite my nails down to the skin. As I sketch and plan the artistry. Use these wires as tapestry. Turn the sky to ash and debris. Step-by-step with our broken knees. As you gouge out your eyes so religiously. And you'll never see how I stripped the wires for the first time. The glue in the sky can't hold the stars in place forever. They have to fall some time, so let's start a fire. Just get it over with. And strike flint vs. sulfur. As I watch you suffer. As the flames get taller. And your life goes under. I'll celebrate your ashes. I’ll toast to that! [x2] You're just like the rest of them my darling. So empty this bottle and feel restored, as your head hoards towards the floorboards. Isn't that what you deserve? After all, we hadn't had a chance in Hell this Autumn. Our luck went out like the choices and you chose to wave the gun towards me. Whatever happened to 50/50? Since day one you've been a relentless headache, but more than loyal through and through. (thank God something snapped inside of you) You should know by now that I come prepared for a circumstance like this. So don't be surprised when the leaking intake valves cause this engine in-flight to miss. Everything happens for a reason. But we happened to reason everything and ruin everything else. And I'd do it again to know why you thought you could get away, when their still searching for fingerprints and evidence on the other 86 victims. Please, anyone, I'm dying for a new technique. Destroy the evidence. So I can still hear the resonance. Take this knife away from me and use it to your benefit. I'll celebrate your ashes. I'll toast to that! You and I. Perfect partners in crime. But after trying to take my life, I owe you the favor. The engine dies, captain cries. Your life before eyes. This is how I say goodbye. I set the sky on fire. I set the sky on fire tonight. |
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| The Weakend – Mayday! Mayday! (A Day In May) Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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A day in May. [x4] Cut the cord and leave the lights out. We'll pull our guns out; take our paces while tripping on laces. Your heart races as sweat beads down our faces and burns our eyes. (a day in May) You know I never wanted this. This will be our test. We'll finally put this to rest. I want you dead as much as I want you alive, so I can sing you to sleep tonight. Our sweet romances, like barbed wire fences, break my hands and rip my pants. And I love how that sweater matches your eyes. But your smile doesn't go with your insides. (a day in May) When I lie you on your back, steel between your shoulder blades, and we'll wait for a train wreck. This could be our claim to fame. And everyone will know me by the stains we made. So hold on just long enough to let go. Just before the ground begins to shake. Oh my God, I'm losing it. Someone call a nurse before this goes too far. We'll be back together soon. And if I'm going straight to hell, I'm taking you with me. Our sweet romances, like barbed wire fences, break my hands and rip my pants. And I love how that sweater matches your eyes. But your smile doesn't go with your insides. All these sirens just sound so familiar. [x2] Adieu. Adieu. I do. Thank you, but this is something we'll have to work for. Third time’s a charm and you know how I like it. Keep screams to a whimper, you know I’m committed. Fasten your seatbelts; I'm heading straight for the wall. This is a test so prepare for the lecture. This is the last time we'll dismiss as mere conjecture. Take what you can get because I'm not letting myself get involved. We'll bring our knives to the party and we'll cut a rug. Stab and dance until we fall madly in love. April showers bring May flowers, but I guess it's safe to say that all the rain in the world can't save you from me. [x2] Third time's a charm and you know how I like it. Keep screams to a whimper, you know I'm committed. Fasten your seatbelts; I'm heading straight for the wall. But what if proving you wrong was killing me, too? [x2] |
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| The Weakend – Like Songbirds, Crunching Numbers Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Hey, You. Come and sing me an honest song and leave out all the gory details. It’s true: We’re just too goddamn tired to say something of our own. As the tyrants of the trenches in the folds of our stomachs, We fight our hunger pains for our busted guts lust for broken bread, and our tired heads. Trust that of a woman's touch tonight. Just for kicks, I'm rolling with the punches. (punch drunk!) Punch drunk drinking you under the table. Trying to regurgitate some of the pride that you begged for me to swallow. Masquerades and detonations. That's what she said. (that's what she said, that's what she said) I'm not brave enough to be artistic. [x2] To be anything you wanted from me. To be anything you wanted from me. I'm not brave enough to be artistic. She said that, "You all had it coming. My name is Atom and the ground keeps getting closer." So we'll watch the fireworks and hold on for dear life. One way or another we all have to give up everything. Your scream is engineering. The breezes in this comatose, metropolis, acropolis. Like rain, falling glass catches the tips of our tongues. Severing our feet on the sidewalks as we run. Masquerades and detonations. (that's what she said, that's what she said). [x3] Let me keep grinding my teeth and pissing scarlet floods. I've been running long enough to bother with these cuts. [x4] I'm not brave enough to be artistic. [x2] To be anything you wanted from me. To be anything you wanted. To be anything you wanted from me. So are you in or out on this one way ticket, care of a falling bomb? You know you're just as well. It's a lose-lose situation. You know you're falling out. Out of time, out of luck, out of dreams and aspirations. The ground keeps getting closer, oddly enough. [x2] The ground keeps getting closer, oddly enough. |
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