| Song | 3 Month Weekend |
| Artist | No Use for a Name |
| Album | Making Friends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : No Use for a Name | |
| It's a Thursday morning, four a.m. | |
| and you won't let me go | |
| if tomorrow comes I guess I'll never know | |
| even in the darkest hour it's the brightest | |
| time 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 | |
| I know 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 |
| zuo ci : No Use for a Name | |
| It' s a Thursday morning, four a. m. | |
| and you won' t let me go | |
| if tomorrow comes I guess I' ll never know | |
| even in the darkest hour it' s the brightest | |
| time 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 | |
| I know 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 |
| zuò cí : No Use for a Name | |
| It' s a Thursday morning, four a. m. | |
| and you won' t let me go | |
| if tomorrow comes I guess I' ll never know | |
| even in the darkest hour it' s the brightest | |
| time 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 | |
| I know 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 |