Thursday Songtext
von Peach Pit

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