Chiodos - Thursday lyrics

rate me

Weekend day,

To Hell goes the phone.

I must have heard that story a million times before.

No more wake up calls,

At least not for a week or two.

The plainest feeling, love,

Ya know we'd daze a few.

No, I don't have the time of day.

There's just not enough time in a day for me.

And this is for the best,

Me seeing you less.

Sleeping in is what you call the best.

God I knows I'm plenty hurt,

And better off alone.

I know I can do it,

But I'm not sure how.

No, I don't have the time of day.

There's just not enough time in a day for me.

No, I don't have the time of day.

There's just not enough time in a day for me.

(For me)