We're calling all allies down because we're so sick of waiting around   Watching you simply destroy yourself, cosmetics and all   Trying to not find your plans, like combing the beach with more sand   I'm light of foot and you're light of heart   So watch where you step and I'll watch where I stab   The end of our rope is a couch and it's hanging us ever so slightly   Tilt your head so we don't have to move a muscle at all   Sitting ourselves to a death, not painful or quick in the least   Do we have plans at all?   This long weekend was too much for me   Too long and difficult to swallow down   What have I got to say for myself?   Well, I really got that dishwasher good   Long day, longer than most I am sure   Heat wave, hotter than most I am sure   The fan is on, but I am not feeling so cool   Next to you, I still am not feeling so cool   Yeah, well, I can't stand that look on your face    Because I know you put it there   Fun is how you make it, not where you make it, so take it   Why don't you get your running start, it fears you just like I do   I know you're tired, I know, but what if this was the last day on earth?