I feel like the cards in a losing hand

but I’ll just wait for a while

til I know if I’m surviving my turn

Right here with some friends, years ago

I broke my ribs as I fell from the sky

that day keeps turning in me

that day just turned into a different story tonight

Please get me out of this weekend

I’ve got all these savings to spend

Tried to make things count by competing

and make some days float away

Float away, float away, to the end

Float away, to the end, to the end, to the end

I feel like the chords of a boring band

and you’re like the blood in my cold, heavy heart

the rest remains the same

That song I wrote last year

was good enough to record, but that’s all

and I don’t even know your name

and I’ll never sing those verses again

Please get me out of this weekend

I’ve got all these savings to spend

Tried to make things count by competing

and make some days float away

Float away, float away, to the end

Float away to the end, to the end, to the end