Another weekend comes to an end I hear the summer's getting ready for bed Makes my heart want to vomit, feel it swelling up And now nostalgia's come barreling in All the creatures know just where to go Start preparing as it starts to get cold I can't seem to locate the flow Not so smart when I'm lying alone And so I search my thoughts so carefully Still they bend And now I feel guilty feeling this way Guess I just crave some form of movement The canary's about to die It's a sign Something poisonous leaking inside But these tendrils are wrapped too tight There's no slipping away Just keep wishing on dandelions until they've gone extinct Not enough time to waste You can't wish your way out