The Weakends Lyrics - Dinosaur Life - Motion City Soundtrack

Quicksand is a code of arms 

Lose sleep with some liquid fiction 

Last rites every Friday night 

While we cool 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 weekends down the drain, down the drain 

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain 

I'll send the weekends 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 

Laxed lungs never looked so good 

It's a trunk 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 weekends down the drain, down the drain 

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain 

I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain 

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends 

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends 

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends 

I'll kick tomorrow, I'll send the weekends 

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain 

I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain 

I'll kick tomorrow, fight back at the pouring rain 

I'll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain