The Weakends

Quicksand is a coat 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 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'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weakends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weakends 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 Last lunge 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'll try 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 weakends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weakends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow I'll send the weakends I'll kick tomorrow I'll send the weakends I'll kick tomorrow I'll send the weakends I'll kick tomorrow (Fight back at the pouring rain) I'll send the weakends (Fight back at the pouring rain) I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weakends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weakends down the drain, down the drain