Until there's nothing left
So sick of bleeding, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough we're done
You told me, "Think about it" well I did Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late.
Friday nights are always the same in this town. I'm looking up, but I'm feeling kind of down.
So, I'll light this cigarette and smoke the night away, And I'll hope that Saturday will be the day When everything feels okay.
Coffee and cigarettes are best when shared with you.
We'll go to Waffle House or your Mom's House,
And share a cup or two.
Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends,
And they have parties, and I'm so akward.
So whatta ya say, just as friends, we see a movie
This weekend, alright? Okay.