Weekends

There's nothing that can change us now
We spend the weekend lying down
Our hair all on the bedroom floor
Like we don't even care at all
Pretending to be beautiful

So crawl back to me tenderness
We can pretend you never left
Perfect body insect corpse
You always roll the highest score
What did you even like me for

There's spiders in the roof supports
And questions on your mind I'm sure
I always thought of weekdays as the horoscope
Of sundays as the time to hope

The grass is sharp for city feet
The shadows dancing fast for heat
The rugs refuse to waste away
And melted people wet the hay

There's nothing that can change us now
We spend the weekend lying down
Our hair all on the bedroom floor
Like we don't even care at all
Pretending to be beautiful



Credits
Writer(s): Arctic Parrot
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link