These Nights

It’s Friday night and we are young and alone

The hum of dread likes to linger

Blue and white bags align in somebody’s home

The curtain falls on the singer

But I don’t want to lie

I swear on my mother’s life

I used to find these kind of nights so amazing

You make me wanna try

Why should I change my mind

With all the time I’m wasting on waiting

It’s Monday night and I’m as blue as can be

I need to get out the city

But I know by Thursday I’ll be desperate to see

The lights, the night, the girls, the pints, the pretty

But I don’t want to lie

I swear on my mother’s life

I used to find these kind of nights so amazing

You make me wanna try

Why should I change my mind

With all the time I’m wasting on waiting

And then I stop to notice

That I’m not having fun

And it’s not the same thing

As when I’m feeling lonely

I’d be with anyone

And there you’ll find me

But I don’t want to lie

I swear on my mother’s life

I used to find these kind of nights so amazing

You make me wanna try

Why should I change my mind

With all the time I’m wasting on waiting