Weekend

Weekend

And at once it was all real

The innocent fun

The lights turned off

The only light

A Christmas tree

Early March

Dorm Room Warriors

Dizzy

Sneaking sips and glances

From plastic cups

At plastic girls

They looked like the real thing

Hometown Heroes sitting courtside

Spitting into cups

Shouting out the rules

Futile attempts

To be in the game

This is not their hometown

Princesses left stumbling

Toward some room or bar

Forgetting what the light was

Forgetting what the day was

Forgetting what no was

They’d never be the same

The pounding bass-drop bedrooms

Stood as no competition

To our subtle screams

For we were the kings

Of thunder road

And Whorehouse Arizona

We were safe

 Until it was time to close

To go

To swallow

Pills or sex or smoke

Drinks or God or pride

We just hit the lights

Or closed our eyes

This was never our intention

We woke up stained

Reaking of weekend

Piled into pews

Pleading for our penance

To make us clean again