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

While away

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