Lost weekends, man
You can't get them back
Once held in your hands
Now slips through the cracks
Cut the ties that
Hold your life captive
Underneath the waste
Lies a mind active
From the slurred speech
To the stumbled step
Each weekend leads
To yet another regret
Bonding through the
Lowest denominator
"What's-her-face?"
Forgotten a day later
You say it's to escape the everyday
I say there is a better way
From the fist you clench
To the nose that bleeds
As bottle hits pavement
False courage reason exceeds
Threaten with violence
So your insecurities won't show
To your "good times"
My answer remains NO!
You say it's to escape the everyday
I say there is a better way
Drug free youth!