Friday flight feeling smeared and vexed 
Girl caught, parking lot of the Cineplex 
Stupid face looking so perplexed 
Seeming like it was caught in a hex 

"Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?" 
"Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?" 

Sullen sights always indirect 
Tired eyes hypnotized by your teenage sect 
Weekend rituals resurrecting 
Feelings our sober minds reject 

"Does it make you, does it make you feel alright?" 
"Did they make you, did they make you feel alright?" 

I know I won't be here forever 
Slow burn fades into a dream 
My flesh won't follow me forever 
But your touch is far and few between