The Weakends Motion City Soundtrack

Quicksand as a coat of arms
Loose leaf, and some liquid fiction;
Last Rites every Friday night
Am I weaker with the lights on?

High tide tight 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 weak ends down the drain, down the drain
I'll kick tomorrow
Fight back at the pouring rain
I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

Shore lines all around the world
Bright lights and some heavy breathing
Lipstick and the dagger's kiss-
Just a figment of a feeling