Thursday

Lyrics

Weekend day To Hell goes the phone I must have heard that story a million times before No more wake up calls At least not for a week or two The plainest feeling, love Ya know we'd daze a few No, I don't have the time of day There's just not enough time in a day for me And this is for the best Me seeing you less Sleeping in is what you call the best God I knows I'm plenty hurt And better off alone I know I can do it But I'm not sure how No, I don't have the time of day There's just not enough time in a day for me No, I don't have the time of day There's just not enough time in a day for me (For me)