Friday (Feels Like a Monday)

I can't pretend it's not real

The way that I feel

You touch me like no one alive

I see your soul

Don't want to let you go

But I'll be gone tonight

You make me weak inside

My Friday feels like a Monday

Mixed signals are meant for space

This isn't the right time or the place

I don't want to make a mistake on Friday

I can't pretend it's not real

The way that I feel

You touch me like no one alive

I see your soul

Don't want to let you know

But I'll be gone tonight

You make me weak inside

My Friday feels like a Monday

I don't want to make a mistake