Friday Testo

My hands are getting heavy
All my thoughts are under the rug
Count with me
All the holes you put in my love, baby
And you won’t, so you don’t
Bear with me

On the Friday you were gone
Next street on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea Sipping cold drinks in the sun
No peace on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea

These drinks have got me tipsy
I can’t quite keep my head above
Anything crispy
‘Cause I just can’t handle the crunch, baby
And you won’t, so you don’t
Bear with me

On the Friday you were gone
Next street on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea
Sipping cold drinks in the sun
No peace on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea

My mind is acting up again
Can I keep it all controlled? Maybe if I count to ten
Collect my thoughts and let them go
Now nothings the same
I will act like I don’t know
Since you left that day
If you never left

On the Friday you were gone
Next street on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea
Sipping cold drinks in the sun
No peace on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea

You keep on running back to me
Holding on to something
Holding on to what we could be
If you never left
On the Friday you were gone
Next street on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea
Sipping cold drinks in the sun
No peace on the run
I-I-I’m over it when you call my name, yea