What Happens on Friday

Trying to keep my head up
Putting on my own makeup
Take a piss on my own parade

Sent home from my day job
Wasting my time in my bathtub
Shoutout to the lonely folks

Going online for my date night
Feeling alone on my bedside
I think I felt the love from you

Growing old with the same routine
Empty words and a drum machine
I never put the time in

Gotta stay home
Gotta stay home

Being on top for the weekend
I’ll be my own best friend
I’m trying to make it through

I’ll move away from my laptop
I’ll dance ‘till my knees pop
Won’t let this shit weigh me down

Getting myself back on both feet
I’ll move to my own bеat
Don’t run out kicks that bounce

We should see this as our chance to
Makе changes and undo
The terrible mess we’re in

It’s time to look at
The way we approach life
In this world
As if it’s a game
Where we do as we please
And we don’t give a fuck
If we break everything
That may get in our way
As if we are the ones in need

What can we do?
Where can we go?
Who can we trust?
How do we know?

What can we do?
Where can we go?
Who can we touch?
How will we know?