Friday flight feeling smeared and vexed Girl caught, parking lot of the Cineplex Stupid face looking so perplexed Seeming like it was caught in a hex "Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?" "Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?" Sullen sights always indirect Tired eyes hypnotized by your teenage sect Weekend rituals resurrecting Feelings our sober minds reject "Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?" "Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?" I know I won't be here forever Slow burn fades into a dream My flesh won't follow me forever But your touch is far and few between