It's another summer Saturday nightthe werewolves are laughing outside.What do you except with the moon this bright?you hear your parents in the kitchenrepetition of conversationsyou bury your bodyin sweaty sheetsand your pillow is filled with regret.All the feathers have left.another weekend comes,and you feel so numbyeah you feel scaredyou feel so dumbYou 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 uselessfar 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 parentswe 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 timeand so am I.I say "Let go of the wolves"Feast on me you animals.Let go of the wolves.taste my courage.
