3/WEEKEND

Pulling me in like a Friday night
Tempted to let go and dance
The week’s screwed me over
Ready for whatever you call romance

High on your texts and your songs
My brain is melting next to yours
I see the pills you give me
But something’s getting cured

Saturday morning breath stinks
I’ll plan for the weekend
I’m painting you in a yellow euphoria
You’re feeling like the wrong deep end

And the drink is getting lukewarm
Under the spotlights of this rave
Take me home, we’ll turn it down
There is something else I crave

Give me the Sunday sundance
You brave enough to stay?
(Waiting for today to never lapse)
Nonchalant, as I pine away

Twilight brings with it melancholy
And your only shot at this life
We’ll twirl around forever
Unless you’re saying goodbye

Monday morning’s poison ain’t sweet
And the pillow next to me is cold
Weekend lost in conceit and chaos
Always knew you’d fold