Sunglasses

You're late, getting the real pay
Calling up a six one seven
Two weeks, begging for mercy
Bringing you honesty and lies
You're fun, getting your head drummed
And putting on red sunglasses
You think better beside me
But better just run, run, run...

You say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time, night"
You say, "it's a good trip, it's a painless flight"
I was ready, if hardly, and you were ready to fire
Looking alright in your red sunglasses

Too late, feeling a lightweight
Knowing that you can't bother
Too hard, getting a real job
Taking the slow way home
Uptown, leaving your clothes out
Except for your red sunglasses
Upshot, hitting the good spots
Feeling alright, right, right

You say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time night"
You say, "it's a good trip, it's a painless flight"
You were little and angry, but you were never a liar
Looking alright in your red sunglasses

Your fate, dead as a door weight
Choosing your one dread hour
Blood loss, panic and small talk
Is this how the night ends?
You're fun, getting your heart jumped
Leaving your red sunglasses on
You think, better be mercy
But better just run, run, run...

You'd say, "it's the weekend, it's the right time night"
You'd say, "it's a good trip," but you lost that fight
You looked heavy in makeup, but you were dressed how you liked
Looking alright in your red sunglasses
Looking alright in your red sunglasses