Letra de Thursday

Weekend day
To Hell goes the phone
I must have heard that story a million times before
No more wake up calls
At least not for a week or two
The plainest feeling, love
Ya know we'd daze a few

No, I don't have the time of day
There's just not enough time in a day for me

And this is for the best
Me seeing you less
Sleeping in is what you call the best
God I knows I'm plenty hurt
And better off alone
I know I can do it
But I'm not sure how

No, I don't have the time of day
There's just not enough time in a day for me

No, I don't have the time of day
There's just not enough time in a day for me
(For me)