The weekend
By Nick Gleason
(Verse 1)
I know you’re probably at the gym.
Working out with your friends.
But I can’t help but wonder,
Is that the only weight on your shoulders?
The last time that you saw me.
You said “I don’t think it’s meant to be.”
But I can’t help but wonder,
will I ever get over?
(Pre-chorus)
I took some time for me.
It brought some clarity.
I think finally figured it out.
What this is all about.
(Chorus)
Calling me up on the weekend (on the weekend).
Just to hook up again (and again).
But when we get to the end of the weekend.
You throw me aside until the next weekend.
(Verse 2)
I’m not some random slut.
I’m not just here for you to fxxx.
And I can’t help but wonder.
Will you ever under…stand!
You couldn’t come off anymore empty.
Saying “It’s not you it’s me.”
And I can’t help but wonder,
If you're even that good of a lover.
(Pre-chorus)
I took some time for me.
That’s when I saw the reality.
I think I know what you’re all about.
And I don’t think I want you around.
(Chorus)
Anymore…Calling me up on the weekend (on the weekend).
Just to hook up again (and again).
But when we get to the end of the weekend.
You throw me aside until the next weekend.
Until the next weekend!!
(Repeat chorus)
Calling me up on the weekend (on the weekend).
Just to hook up again (and again).
But when we get to the end of of the weekend.
You throw me aside until the next weekend.
(Bridge)
Making me feel like I’m crazy.
No I’m not your weekend baby.
I might have got a little too attached
No you don’t need to call me back.
(Chorus )
Calling me up on the weekend (on the weekend).
Just to hook up again (and again).
But when we get to the end of the weekend.
You throw me aside until the next weekend.
