Wasted Weekend

Corner with no headroom
First bedroom
First bed
Lookin' for warmth
From cold damn feather, late day
Lay dead
Strange love hangover
You’ll get over it
Tickin' time bomb
On the line of
It’s a lunatic’s growing fit
Now we’re shamed in the quietest fame
Tremble like the fire
Try to have the body of your indiscretion
You’ll just go with time
Minimal media
Is comin' through the roof
Lookin' for the point where the tree was wrapped in
Lookin' for the point of truth
And your dress
And your skin attests
They haven’t had to shave your ruse
Leaving me to bare this burden of truth
That’s why she stayed in that room
That’s why you backed down those stairs
Likeness fails and reflections fade
She made you medal history
Backfired, again
Now you know that love is blown
Now you understand love’s price
Try to pass it off on fate’s two hands
Try to blame it all on the stars
Staring all these pieces together
Stood up like desire
Just another wasted weekend
Rode the tide in the fire
Listen to the hail on you
Falling backward through their fight
That’s why she stayed in that room
That’s why he backed down those steps
Likeness fails and reflections fade
She made you medal history
Backfired, again