I'm home alone on Friday night Don't feel like going out but I still might But then again is waiting in the cold The way I want to spend my night It's two o'clock in the morning, it's still early I'm walking by myself but everyone else Is still at some guys smoke-filled frat House room just drinking 40's of something I can't stand to be here but I can't leave Because if I go home, I'll spend my evening Just waiting outside in the hall Pissed ‘cause they won't let me sleep Pills and powders are getting louder in their bags I'm not one to argue but I can't stand The pain, the shame of Mary Jane with her Tips and tricks taking everything except my name
I'm out of lighters I'm out of luck and I'm out of wine I've lost my nerve and my patience and all this time I'm out of people, I'm out of papers, I'm out of beer And I'm all out of you ever since I moved here
'Cause weekend's almost over And my buzz is getting weak I think that this hangover Is gonna last all week
I feel sleepy, I feel sick and I feel sad I feel like I'm alone but I'm still glad That I can still get through my day Without rolling or sipping just to make the pain go away Thirsty Thursday is everyday but it's not my style I walk quicker it backfires but I just smile 'Cause even though I'm wound up and smoked out I haven't felt this good in quite a while
I walked you home you don't really remember I gave you my coat and you gave me your number I can't make you wake up and see what you're missing I can't get you back if you're too fucked to listen
I walked you home you don't really remember I gave you my coat and you gave me your number I can't make you wake up and see what you're missing I can't get you back if you're too fucked to listen
I walked you home you don't really remember I gave you my coat and you gave me your number I can't make you wake up and see what you're missing I can't get you back if you're too fucked to listenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
