Peach Pit - Thursday Lyrics

Coming up in the radio silence
Happened to hear
How you've done nothing this year
But the same old boyfriend

At the ball game
Look at that tall thing
Up and then down, what a heavenly sound
As you cuss him out

Keep it up, as if I would ever have a place for you
Kickin' round in my room
Hold my hand, as if I would ever let you be my man
Catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second, just a walk away
Fuckin' up a Thursday
Fuckin' up a Thursday

When I was looking at you
I never saw another thing that I could need
Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be
Heavens up and go

When I was looking at you one morning
I was on the fence to make a run
Fixed on all the things that made you fun
That've now grown old
Evened up before selling it
Wide awake
I'm too shackled up for to say
I'm a damn fool

Keep it up, as if I would ever have a place for you
Kickin' round in my room
Hold my hand, as if I would ever let you be my man
Catch on up if you can
Leave you beaming with every second, just a walk away
Fuckin' up a Thursday
Fuckin' up a Thursday