MURF - Friday Nights Lyrics

I don't wanna' hear about the shit you get up to and the party's you go to
I see it online when I'm sitting in on a Friday night
I was looking the time wishing it would go quicker
This guy said you had fun I seen it on Twitter
Friends telling me to brush it to not be bitter
But you won't communicate I need a transmitter
I don't wanna hear bout' the fun you had last night out with those guys
You know I seen it online when I'm sitting in on a Friday night
I was looking at some photos when our love was thicker
I'm tryna' work through I ain't gonna forfeit her
Friends telling me to brush her off don't forgive her
But I can't do that when I know that I'll miss her
But you'll give me drunk love calls at 3AM but it's not enough girl
You'll leave me falling endlessly am I not enough girl
I'm not too sure if you feel the pain that your causing me girl
Feet slipping of the edge
Sun when down they all fled
So don't talk to me talk to my voicemail
Don't call for me I won't be here for you
Time going so slow I really don't want it to
Feel like it stops every time that I think about you
I lay flat staring at the ceiling
Questioning if this is what's called healing
Is that what you want cos' I get that feeling
Every Friday night when I'm starring at the ceilings
I don't understand
I showed you my pain
And you still did not change
You've been switching lanes so many times through the years
You grabbed your gun
And took your aim
My old frame had a photo of me and you in the same lane
Playing the same games
The same fate
And now I'm stuck in the same lane
Shouting the same phrase
Tryna' speed up the days
No I don't

I don't wanna' hear about the shit you get up to and the party's you go to
I see it online when I'm sitting in on a Friday night
I was looking the time wishing it would go quicker
This guy said you had fun I seen it on Twitter
Friends telling me to brush it to not be bitter
But you won't communicate I need a transmitter
I don't wanna hear bout' the fun you had last night out with those guys
You know I seen it online when I'm sitting in on a Friday night
I was looking at some photos when our love was thicker
I'm tryna' work through I ain't gonna forfeit her
Friends telling me to brush her off don't forgive her
But I can't do that when I know that I'll miss her
So don't talk to me talk to my voicemail
Don't call for me I won't be here for you
Time going so slow I really don't want it to
Feel like it stops every time that I think about you
I lay flat staring at the ceiling
Questioning if this is what's called healing
Is that what you want cos' I get that feeling
Every Friday night when I'm starring at the ceilings