Cheers to the fricken’ weekend
I drink to that, yeah yeah
I drink to that, yeah yeah
You seem like the type
To love em and leave em
And disappear right after this song.
So give me the night
To show you, hold you
Dont leave me out here dancin alone
Today I don't feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
don't feel like picking up my phone
So leave a message at the tone
Cause today I swear I'm not doing anythingNothing at all
You, with your words like knives, and swords and the weapons that you use against me. You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing. You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard, calling me out when I’m wounded. You
picking on the weaker man, well you can take me down with just one single blow.
But you don’t know, what you don’t know... someday I’ll be living in a big all city and all you’re ever going to be is mean. Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me and all you’re ever going to be is mean. Why you gotta be so mean?
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing, and all you are is mean, all you are is mean; and a liar and pathetic and alone in life; and mean, and mean, and mean, AND MEAN.