Weary - Cult Of Youth

Drawing closer with most every breath

She had found the notion queer in fact

And left it by the bed

She had barely found a place to rest her head

We are not weary

We are not welcome any more

And if the dawn should never break

She found that she could never be

So full of grief

Full of grief

She was thrown out with the dogs

And was feeding off their anger to a frenzy

As they vainly licked their chops

Oh so stubborn as an ox

She had grown to see the light

In the vanity of night

There was nothing but a handshake left to bind

She had blown it past the cobwebs of her mind

We are not weary

We are not welcome anymore

And if the dawn should never break

She found that she could never be

So full of grief

Full of grief