3 Month Weekend

Three Month Weekend - No Use For A Name

It's a thursday morning four am

And you won't let me go

If tomorrow 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

Talking to myself

Now I need an alibi

Everything I did was true

But every word I said was just a lie