Friday Nights by Lee-yawn Lyrics
Lyrics
Changed me
Why can’t you just
Blame me
So i
Can find a reason to
Hate your guts
To never wanna go back
We lost to time
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hate you
The city in the middle of the night
Park benches, all empty take your pick
We got it all to ourselves
Hate your guts
I never wanna go back
Do you get lost in our past?
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hatе you
Awoken by the sunlight
In my shirt, you slept in last night
Fits just right
Saturday mornings
Turn into aftеrnoon
Before I get dressed
But could we?
Just lay here
Piecing everything last night
Still feeling like I'm winning
Blurry nights I don’t quite remember
What we did last November December
Memories frozen in time
Memories stuck in mind
How am I supposed to top that?
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hate you
Changed me
Why can’t you just
Blame me
So i
Can find a reason to
Hate your guts
To never wanna go back
We lost to time
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hate you
The city in the middle of the night
Park benches, all empty take your pick
We got it all to ourselves
Hate your guts
I never wanna go back
Do you get lost in our past?
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hatе you
Awoken by the sunlight
In my shirt, you slept in last night
Fits just right
Saturday mornings
Turn into aftеrnoon
Before I get dressed
But could we?
Just lay here
Piecing everything last night
Still feeling like I'm winning
Blurry nights I don’t quite remember
What we did last November December
Memories frozen in time
Memories stuck in mind
How am I supposed to top that?
Friday nights
Never felt So right
How am I supposed to top that
In and out
You're in my sweater
How am I supposed to hate you