​weekends

Weekends are the hardest part
Always feel like I’ve gotta see someone
But what if I ain't got no one to see?
What if ain't no one wanna see me
Yeah, weekends are the hardest way to be…

Four p.m. start the whiskey sweat
Make use my hands roll a cigarette
Step outside to light a match
Smoke my stoge, no time has passed
Yeah, weekends seem to last and last and last

And I said ooh, 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?

'Cause being is the hardеst part
Always feel like I gotta be someonе
What if I don’t like the way I look
Since time crept up on me like a crook
Yeah, being is so lonely
What the fuck
What if I don’t like the way i feel
Since my luck ran cold and I can’t shake the chill?
Being is too heavy after all these years

And when your spirit’s broke, you can’t even buy a spark
And weekends are the hardest part