No Use For A Name "Three Month Weekend" |
It's a thursday morning 4 AM and you won't let me go, If tomorrow never comes, I guess I'll never know. Even in the darkest hour it's the brightest time of day, Even when I go to bed I'm still awake. Eyes held up with toothpicks and my jaw is going off, I will never leave you or admit that I was wrong. There's so many things I'd like to say, I'm foaming at the mouth, Maybe I could write, my pen is hollowed out. I've got ideas and inventions and I'd use them if I could, Stop waking up the next day when they're all no good. Please don't say another word, I know your story well, Conversations take two, but I'm talking to myself. Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true, But every word I said was just a lie. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |