We're calling all allies down because we're so sick of waiting around

Watching you simply destroy yourself, cosmetics and all

Trying to not find your plans, like combing the beach with more sand

I'm light of foot and you're light of heart

So watch where you step and I'll watch where I stab

The end of our rope is a couch and it's hanging us ever so slightly

Tilt your head so we don't have to move a muscle at all

Sitting ourselves to a death, not painful or quick in the least

Do we have plans at all?

This long weekend was too much for me

Too long and difficult to swallow down

What have I got to say for myself?

Well, I really got that dishwasher good

Long day, longer than most I am sure

Heat wave, hotter than most I am sure

The fan is on, but I am not feeling so cool

Next to you, I still am not feeling so cool

Yeah, well, I can't stand that look on your face 

Because I know you put it there

Fun is how you make it, not where you make it, so take it

Why don't you get your running start, it fears you just like I do

I know you're tired, I know, but what if this was the last day on earth?