The Weakends

Lyrics

Quicksand as a coat of arms Loose leaf, and some liquid fiction; Last Rites every Friday night Am I weaker with the lights on? High tide tight 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 weak ends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain Shore 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 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've tried 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 weak ends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weak ends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weak ends... I'll kick tomorrow... I'll send the weak ends... I'll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain) I'll send the weak ends... (fight back at the pouring rain) I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain