Cuddledrug - Weekending Lyrics

I'm weekending on a Tuesday at a small south Philly show
But I know there's more to this one than what meets my blind eyes
I'm pretending it's a mistake that your tongue sang soft those words
But a rose has it's thorn and sometimes it's subtle
I remember being drunk on candlelight
And I'm trying to remember if I realized what I had in front of me
But I'm blind and my eyes can barely see across this room
To see you
Oh, your voice, it cuts like velvet
And your sweet sting has struck me down
But I'm soothed by the groove of your strums and your quick frowns
I'm enchanted by the fire that still burns within your heart
You shoot bullets from your voice box and arrows from your guitar
I remember how it felt to feel so high
And I'm trying to forget the awful twinkle in your eyes
When you stole that part of me that one night
And now my heart can barely beat anymore
It's such a chore
I'm weekending back to my place with a full pocket of cassettes
And I know that I don't miss you
I just miss the fact that I miss the fact