Friday night
The time is right?

Suddenly you must see me, you insist
When Sunday through Thursday I do not exist

The week end is where I'm weak
Because it is you that I seek

But while you crave flesh on flesh connection
I crave adoration and affection

Which cannot be found in your arms or seemingly anyone's around here
So the main source of our meeting is my fear that you will be the only one to come near

Drunken nights become hung over morning regret
Moon light makes me yearn for you while the sun tells me we should have never met

Advil may take away my aching head
But you have created a permanent spot in my heart when all you wanted to do was be in my bed

4 shots of ***** in and I feel the buzz
Drunk enough to think that there will be more to us

So here comes Whiskey breath and empty words spewing from in between your teeth
Ode to my 48 hour romance at the end of the week