Eight Days A Week by Beerbong Lyrics

Today is a suitable day to leave
Every moment at this point
That could lead to self destruction
Today tastes like a cold southern drink
It's growing harder
Every time I look around and
You are overland out of this game
If you lose you will pay too much
Before starting a new match
Today comes crashing in my head
Milions of remote forgotten thoughts
Everything I should have taken inside me
If today were the better day with you
But I have missed you
And I can't turn back in time, I'm an empty room
Where can I find you?
You hold me together
I mean just to be together
Tell me the stories of your own lifetime
That you've written today
Wait for me, just wait for me