Friday nights always end up in such a blur
as I spend the night in familiar revelry.
And when it's time for you to turn on me,
I'd still have the couch to crash on to.
I want that late night festive mood.
So darling, I need you to make it good.
I know I stumble from the right track.
One after the other, I keep coming back.
Let's go for another round.
Until everything turns to black
Until I can no longer hear another sound.
Please don't tell me to hit the sack.
Trapped in the haze of a night of bliss
My bloodshot eyes tell me I'm already down the abyss.
Oh my god, here comes the chronic pain
Oh well. Tomorrow let's do it again.