Week Off

We're having a week off, we're having a rest

Listen to the way we cough it's for the best

The party's over, it's been a long, long night

When we get sober you'll see i'm right

Now we can get on with our lives

Step to the beat and get back in line

Dont need to travel dont need to fly

Like you said 2 more chances to die

I'll write a good song just give me more time

It's easy hating yourself its hard making it rhyme

Gonna to sit on top of a hill for a day

Play guitar, folk my troubles away

I'm going to kill the idiot in me

Chase the bastard down, demand that he leaves

All you nice breathing people alone

I just want to wake up or sleep and go home

I'm scared of the time I sweat at the phone

The Fleetwood Mac polyphonic softens the blow

At times like these i know that i am

The happiest person the luckiest man

But since the day I wrote this song

I'll just pick up my feet and drag wearily on

I'm going to stop soon coz I'm tired, tired and full, full of sorrow

Tired at the thought that if I sleep

It only brings a new tomorrow