3 Month Weekend Lyrics - No Use For A Name

It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. 

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 to myself 

Now I need an alibi and everything I did was true 

but every word I said was just a lie