Thursday

Coming up in the radio silence
 Happened to hear, how you've done nothing this year
 But the same old boyfriend
 At the ball game, look at that tall thing
 Up and then down, what a heavenly sound
 As you cuss him out
 Keep it up as if I would ever have a
 Place for you, kickin round in my room
 Hold my hand as if I would ever let you
 Be my man, catch on up if you can
 Leave you beaming with every second
 Just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday
 Fuckin' up a Thursday
 When I was looking at you, I never saw another thing that I could need
 Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be, heavens up and go
 When I was looking at you, one morning I was on the fence to make a run
 Fixed on all the things that made you fun, that've now grown old
 Evened up before selling it
 While away
 I'm too shackled up for to say
 I'm a damn fool
 Keep it up as if I would ever have a
 Place for you, kickin round in my room
 Hold my hand as if I would ever let you
 Be my man, catch on up if you can
 Leave you beaming with every second
 Just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday
 Fuckin' up a Thursday