I'm peeling out
Busted out
It's been so long, so long
It's really early
It's really late
I can't tell

I think of you
You dream of me
Maybe we'll meet sometime
You get so mad
I get so sad
Same thing every time

I fucked up
You fucked up

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
I walk home Friday
Friday is a good day until I think of you
Then I want to walk to have that talk, talk, talk
You kick me like a ball
Then I bounce around, all around, out of control

I fucked up
You fucked up
Love, love, love, love, love

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