Letra de Three Month Weekend
It's a Thursday morning 4 a.m. And you won't let me go If tomorrow comes I guess I'll never knowEven in the darkest hour It's the brightest time of day Even when I go to bed I'm still awakeEyes held up with toothpicks And my jaw is going off I will never leave you or Admit that I was wrongThere's so many things I'd like to say I'm foaming at the mouth Maybe I could write my pen is hollowed outI've got ideas and inventions And I'd use them if I could Stop waking up the next day when they're all no goodPlease don't say another word I know your story well Conversations take two But I'm talking, talking to myselfNow I need an alibi And everything I did was true But every word I said Was just a lie