Thursday

Coming up in the radio silence Happened to hear How you've done nothing this year But the same old boyfriend At the ball game Look at that tall thing Up and then down, what a heavenly sound As you cuss him out Keep it up, as if I would ever have a place for you Kickin' round in my room Hold my hand, as if I would ever let you be my man Catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second, just a walk away Fuckin' up a Thursday Fuckin' up a Thursday When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be Heavens up and go When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run Fixed on all the things that made you fun That've now grown old Evened up before selling it Wide awake I'm too shackled up for to say I'm a damn fool Keep it up, as if I would ever have a place for you Kickin' round in my room Hold my hand, as if I would ever let you be my man Catch on up if you can Leave you beaming with every second, just a walk away Fuckin' up a Thursday Fuckin' up a Thursday