Phantom Party
"Take the weekend. Take the weekend. Take the weekend and its bitter light.
Take the mornings. Take the evenings. Take the daylight and make it say something.
Take the weekdays. Take the weekdays. Take the weekdays and their bitter light.
Take the world. Take the world. Take the world and make it say something."
Could she see me standing there in the loving light of a fluorescent glare?
I said, "Take every night and take every day. Take every letter and throw them all away.
Every second is a minute is an hour is a day
Can she see me standing here? Can she see me now?
"Take the weekend. Take theweekend. Take the weekend. Take the weekend.
Take the weekend. Take theweekend. Take the weekend and make it say something.
Take the world. Take the world. Take the world. Take the world.
Take the world in the palm of your hand. Take the world and make it say something."
I don't know whom I fear more. Who I was or who I'm becoming?
The prettiest eyes mine have ever seen, stole my heart and lost it in a dream
Now all I feel is filthy fingers inching up my throat until it splits open like a tulip in springtime
Let me fall apart in the dirty intimacy of your fingers
Can I find heaven if I really row?
I used to be a specter
Now I'm an objector
There's a phantom party raging inside my skull