The weekend drives
A moment of weakness is survived
I'm tired of talking to angels before i sleep
They've done nothing but take time from me
I can only count the block backwards
sixty clicks
a silence so deep
I feel the echos biting at my feet
Chipping the structures I've built so deep
Yet until nothing is left
Until I've used up all my best
Against the waves I pull
Yet until nothing is left
I am survived