It's another summer Saturday night

the werewolves are laughing outside.

What do you except with the moon this bright?

you hear your parents in the kitchen

repetition of conversations

you bury your body

in sweaty sheets

and your pillow is filled with regret.

All the feathers have left.

another weekend comes,

and you feel so numb

yeah you feel scared

you feel so dumb

You don't know what to do,

except hope for the best.

You pray to a god to help you out with the rest.

You pray to a god to help you out with the rest,

Yet you are young and feel useless

far from religious.

I'm just being honest.



Well I don't need no 9-5's to comprehend a lifeline,

there are far better ways to be using up my time.

With no understandings from both of our parents

we have a great time with our best friends in this basement.

This couch is long and full of friendship,

and I know they're not wasting their time

and so am I.



I say "Let go of the wolves"

Feast on me you animals.

Let go of the wolves.

taste my courage.