The Weakends Lyrics

Quicksand is a code of arms Lose sleep with some liquid fiction Last rites every Friday night While we cool 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 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 trunk 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 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, I'll send the weekends
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