The Bingedrinkers, Lola Rhodes - Friday Lyrics

Stressed out
I'm in a crowded space
Your eyes million miles away
Please go
I know you don't wanna stay
Let's go
Stay here past midnight
Let's go
Before they turn on the lights
Let go
Until we have lost our way

Passed out on the dance floor
A typical Friday
What a disaster
In kind of a cute way
Not glad that I met you
But you're so attractive
What's even happening
It's a typical Friday
It's a typical Friday

Back then
I was unstoppable
Truth hurts
Guess we've lost it
Love hurts
The best times are almost gone
We had
A couple of sad times
We had
A million good times
Look back
Thanks for the good times

Passed out on the dance floor
A typical Friday
What a disaster
In kind of a cute way
Not glad that I met you
But you're so attractive
What's even happening
It's a typical Friday
It's a typical Friday