weekends Songtext
von Field Medic

Weekends are the hardest part
Always feel like I′ve gotta see someone
But what if I ain't got no one to see?
What if ain′t no one wanna see me?
Yeah, weekends are the hardest way to be

Four pm, start the whiskey sweat
Make use my hands, roll a cigarette
Step outside to light a match
Smoke my stoge, no time has passed
Yeah, weekends seem to last and last and last


And I say, ooh-ooh-ooh
I see what everyone's up to
But who feels the same way that I do?
All alone in my room
Just waiting for sleep to come

Cuz being is the hardest part
Always feel like I gotta be someone
What if I don't like the way I look
Since time crept up on me like a crook?
Yeah, being is so lonely, what the fuck?
And, what if I don′t like the way I feel
Since my luck ran cold and I can′t shake the chill?
Yeah, being is too heavy after all these years

And, when your spirit's broke you can′t even buy a spark
And weekends are the hardest part