Three Month Weekend — текст песни (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