So you’re coming home late again
Just like the... the last couple of weekends
This is becoming a wicked trend
You always... you always think that I’ll give in

You know, and it's a...
Fine time to tell me about how you’re tripping your mind out hanging around with your
friends
Fine time to tell me about all the places you’re going and how the fun never ends

So you’re just going to cry again
Just like you... just like you do every weekend
You try to tell me she’s just a friend
You know I still don’t believe you this weekend

You know, and it's a...
Fine time to tell me about all your snake-like girlfriends slithering ‘round in my bed
Fine time to tell me about all the restless demons creeping around in your head

Fine time to tell me about how your charcoal heart is pumping the poison through you
Fine time to tell me about how the shadows keep shifting and moving around in your room
Fine time to tell me about how your little black halo is making a noose around you
Fine time to tell me about what’s really going on inside this winding room



Music & Lyrics by J. Conway.
Published by Black Halo Publishing Co. (ASCAP)
© 2004/2006 Black Halo Entertainment.