Weekends

Weekends are the hardest part Always feel like I've gotta see someone But what if I ain't got no one to see? What if ain't no one wanna see me? Yeah, weekends are the hardest way to be Four pm, start the whiskey sweat Make use my hands, roll a cigarette Step outside to light a match Smoke my stoge, no time has passed Yeah, weekends seem to last and last and last And I say, ooh-ooh-ooh I see what everyone's up to But who feels the same way that I do? All alone in my room Just waiting for sleep to come Cuz being is the hardest part Always feel like I gotta be someone What if I don't like the way I look Since time crept up on me like a crook? Yeah, being is so lonely, what the fuck? And, what if I don't like the way I feel Since my luck ran cold and I can't shake the chill? Yeah, being is too heavy after all these years And, when your spirit's broke you can't even buy a spark And weekends are the hardest part