Money To SpendMature

It's all about boredom, waiting for the weekend to come, but when it does, you find your friends have gone their separate ways

If what you're saying could be true

I'd never take my eyes off you

I'm caught in the crossfire with a dirty look

I had words prepped, notes taken and checked

But now who gives a flying fuck

 

I'm straight into disappointment

Crashing through hits me with a hammerfist

I'd expect my charms are easy to resist

But how can you not be amazed

By the smile or the way I insist

 

I've finally got my money to spend

But there's no rush, I've lost my friends

All we can do is dance, drink and fight

The only way to spend a Friday night

 

Another weekend flying by

Another chance to crash and burn, dreaming, sighing

Living for moments that will never come

Expectations doom us, now she's crying, you're crying

You'd have thought the whole world started dying

 

I've finally got my money to spend

But there's no rush, I've lost my friends

All we can do is dance, drink and fight

The only way to spend a Friday night

 

 

 

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