Fridays are my saving grace
driving from my end to yours
finally feeling your lips against mine
Saturdays are spent in your arms
in your bed and around town
smiling as though tomorrow'll never come
Sundays are when it all ends
spent trying to pry me from your clutch
and praying for Friday to come again
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
Fridays are my saving grace
driving from my end to yours
finally feeling your lips against mine
Saturdays are spent in your arms
in your bed and around town
smiling as though tomorrow'll never come
Sundays are when it all ends
spent trying to pry me from your clutch
and praying for Friday to come again
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