Worried All Weekend

I never know what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I'd be happy in hanging in the friend zone
Cause I always drop the ball in the endzone
Text me when you get home
Tell me what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I don't want to write another tragedy
But I only ever choose what's bad for me

Split my stomach and spilled my guts
I gabbed a lot, maybe a bit too much
I need to be enough for you
In every word I say, in everything I do
Cause I don't want you just a little bit
I want the real thing
And all the bling that comes with it
Guess I'm too proud to call it quits
Cause I know you know I don't give to

You, a point of view
Can I get a drink? I'm always on the brink
But I wanna see this through

I never know what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I'd be happy in hanging in the friend zone
Cause I always drop the ball in the endzone
Text me when you get home
Tell me what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I don't want to write another tragedy
But I only ever choose what's bad for me
Please get back to me
Tell me what you're thinking

Wrote you a letter and threw it away
Can't trust myself to find
The right thing to say
Don't wanna blow everything we've built
Call it off and keep on living with the guilt
Of never really giving you my all
Might as well text and drive till we hit a wall
Hey, sorry, didn't mean to stall
But when you call me out
I wanna call you a

Cab (oh thank god)
I get so mad
But I bottle it up, I pour it into a cup
And ew, it tastes so bad

I never know what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I'd be happy in hanging in the friend zone
Cause I always drop the ball in the endzone
Text me when you get home
Tell me what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I don't want to write another tragedy
But I only ever choose what's bad for me
Please get back to me

Tell me what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I'd be happy in hanging in the friend zone
Cause I always drop the ball in the endzone
Text me when you get home
Tell me what you're thinking
You got me worried all weekend
I don't want to write another tragedy
But I only ever choose what's bad for me
Please get back to me
Tell me what you're thinking

You never tell me what you're thinking

(Well, you never asked)

You never tell me what you're thinking



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Writer(s): Zachary Paul Sullentrup
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