weekends

Weekends are the hardest part

Always feel like i've gotta see someone

But what if i aint got no one to see?

What if aint 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

Weekends seem to last and last and last

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

Being is so lonely

What the fuck

What if i don't like the way i feel

Since my luck ran cold & i can't shake the chill?

Being is too heavy after all these years

When your spirit's broke you can't even buy a spark

& Weekends are the hardest part