Can't believe you said those things to her in your head;
wait for Monday to clear away the air from your bed;
you promised Sunday you'd fall in love with her instead,

but that was not your only promise.
You said a million times before,
"I wanted nothing more than you and I
and a blanket and the floor."

Hello Friday, you're not the girl that I knew before.
You promised that if you'd left you'd leave a note on the door.
I never thought that you'd end up being such a bore/boor.

But you're not that perfect lover
I dreamt up all those years ago
Now I want is you to know
that you're on my mind as I enter the covers
that have never felt so cold.
I wanted nothing more than you to hold.

But you had to go

Dear Friday night,
This is a break-up song.
I made Saturday wait too long for me
to great her at the door
with a melody
and a box of chocolates and an apology.

Dear Friday night,
you left me alone,
and I can't say that I am sorry for
all the times
you called me on the phone.
I didn't answer cause you never apologized.

Dear Friday night,
I first met you
in the discomfort of my own bed,
and Saturday morning my limbs,
my limbs seemed made of led.

Dear Friday night,
I first met you
when you were flowing through my veins,
and Saturday morning I grew up
in my own memories' stains.

Dear Friday night,
I first met you
when the smoke got in my lungs,
and Saturday morning I found out
the devil may dance, but he speaks in tongues

But I'll keep coming back to you
weekend and week out,
let you write love songs on my liver
for every chorus that I shout,
and I'll sketch my Sundays on my skin,
but Friday, I'll keep letting you in.