No Use For A Name - Three Month Weekend

it's a Thursday morning, four a.m.
and you won't let me go
if tomorrow comes i'll guess i'll never know
even in the darkest hour it's the brightest tiem 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
iknow 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