Queen of the Weekend

Queen of the Weekend

You ask me how I’m feeling and I turn bright blue

Blue in his eyes, summer sky, white stained thighs at the thought of you.

Haven’t been sober since October, how am I? Or who am I?

Queen of the weekend, sunsets quiet violet

Never knew a high life could feel so violent.

Little sins, let the room spin

But who am I?

Kiss him quick, run to be sick

I should know better than this

And if this is the high life, there must be something better than this.

Queen of the weekend, sunsets quiet violet

Never knew love could feel so violent.

I swear, I’ll never drink again.

Trade my dope for hope

I’ll never smoke again,

A smoked mirror of a hollow friend

House of mirrors with no end.

I am the queen of the weekend

Yet I never want to drink again

Queen of the weekend,

But not a friend.