The Weakends

I hear:

I hear:

Quicksand is the color of arms Looseleaf and some liquid fiction Last Rites every friday night Am I weaker with the lights on?

Quicksand is the color of arms Looseleaf and some liquid fiction Last Rites every friday night Am I weaker with the lights on?

High tide tied around the neck The same song everybody's bleeding What makes me so different? The insides work the same

High tide tied around the neck The same song everybody's bleeding What makes me so different? The insides work the same

You ever fear the dark? Impressions of your future The slightest gravestone whisper The stillness of your heart

You ever fear the dark? Impressions of your future The slightest gravestone whisper The stillness of your heart

I feel it growing dark A fever inching deeper A fever inching to the core

I feel it 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 weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at...

I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

Shorelines 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 Laxed lungs never looked so good It's a junk show all the way

As years go crashing by I think of all I've pondered So many minutes squandered So many things undone

I'm trying to figure out How many lives I've wasted Waiting for the perfect time to start

I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weekends... I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain) I'll send the weekends... (fight back at the pouring rain)

I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain. I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain. I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.