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