there's a night in the week when the freaks all meet and the girls get into flashy clothes
you got a drink in your hand, you're lookin to party but you feel like nobody knows
this temporary meaning doesn't reach an end until you find the special one
the drama's the same, the bills are insane, and the irony burns your tongue
these are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed
there's a place uptown where the spirits are down but nobody admits a thing
a toned down place where happiness is king but tragedy has a better ring
there's the boy you won't kiss and the girl you sexed, i wonder if they know you're there
just drink twelve shots and forget-me-nots and nobody will really care
so get my coat little dapling, i think that it's time to go
let's sneak out through the backdoor because nobody can know (know)
i wanna be back in the bedroom where time never seems to pass
i wanna lay down in my bathroom and feel okay at last
these are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed
i'll look stunning cuz the night is coming
ights of the week, the nights of the week
ights of the week, the nights of the week (these are the)
these are the nights of the week when you force yourself out of bed