Friday is when you left me So I drank myself to sleep And Sunday is when I'll wake up
My friends all say the same thing I don't know my new girl too well That all this lying gets to me And no one seems to give a shit She talks to every guy in the bar It should've raised some kind of alarm Who'd ever think I'd go in and end up Like all the other guys that you're gunning for
Well it ain't no surprise That you'd turn me on and leave That you'd turn it around on me You won't give me what I need That that bitch is leavin' me
My friends are mean to me They say I don't break up too well All this crying gets to me And no one seems to give a shit
Well it ain't no surprise That you'd turn me on and leave That you'd turn it around on me You won't give me what I need That that bitch is leavin' me
Friday is when you left me So I drank myself to sleep And Sunday I never woke up
Well it ain't no surprise That you'd turn me on and leave That you'd turn it around on me You won't give me what I need That that bitch is leavin' me That that bitch is leavin' me More from Theory of a Dead Man