the weekend club (1966 broken radio version)
Only member, lonely member
I'm sleeping through the weekends, breakfast at 4
To be honest with you
I don't even know what 'productive' means anymore
I need your care, I need self care
Still got nobody to talk to
Now I don't even know what it means
When they say that they trust you
Re-runs of shows in the same old clothes as yesterday
No work is done, nowhere to run
It's just the start of may
Only person, lonely person
I'm blindly texting, just waiting for more
To be honest with you I don't even know what 'love' means anymore
My body hurts me, my mind just hurts me
I'm waiting for the movie of my past to slow down
Now I finally know what it feels like to drown
Re-runs of shows in the same old clothes as yesterday
No work is done, nowhere to run
It's just the start of may
Just eat and sleep, nothing to keep, I know it too
I waste all my time, it feels like a crime
Now we've reached the end of June
I'm trying to love, I'm crying for love
I keep escaping, I don't know what I've become
To be honest with you I don't even know what I'm running from
See the stress, see I'm a mess
I'm sleeping through the whole day, my body is numb
Now all I can say now is welcome to the weekend club
I'm sleeping through the weekends, breakfast at 4
To be honest with you
I don't even know what 'productive' means anymore
I need your care, I need self care
Still got nobody to talk to
Now I don't even know what it means
When they say that they trust you
Re-runs of shows in the same old clothes as yesterday
No work is done, nowhere to run
It's just the start of may
Only person, lonely person
I'm blindly texting, just waiting for more
To be honest with you I don't even know what 'love' means anymore
My body hurts me, my mind just hurts me
I'm waiting for the movie of my past to slow down
Now I finally know what it feels like to drown
Re-runs of shows in the same old clothes as yesterday
No work is done, nowhere to run
It's just the start of may
Just eat and sleep, nothing to keep, I know it too
I waste all my time, it feels like a crime
Now we've reached the end of June
I'm trying to love, I'm crying for love
I keep escaping, I don't know what I've become
To be honest with you I don't even know what I'm running from
See the stress, see I'm a mess
I'm sleeping through the whole day, my body is numb
Now all I can say now is welcome to the weekend club
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