Friday Night

I've been on my own, where have you been
Getting drunk and dancing with the best of friends
I wish I could've come with, wait
No, I wasn't invited
Am I dead to you? Wait
I might like that

I think I like a night in
With a J in my hand
Just don't call me up when
You wanna meet the band

Friday night, you'll find me with a drink or three
Writing about some guy I kissed when I was nineteen
I do it for me
I'm doing it for me

So I'm a bad texter
I forget to reply
But sometimes it helps when
It's not one-sided
2.23 a.m, why do I try
I know that you'll write back with a bold-faced lie
So I'll call my sister
And hit my bed
And wake up the next day
And laugh cause I got left on read

Friday night, you'll find me writing in my room
Laughing at how dumb I used to be
But I'm doing it for me
I'm doing it for me

I know I'm not perfect so I'll take the blame
Was probably busy but I won't drop your name
I just wish for once you would reach out
Instead of me thinking, "What happened?" and freak out
Feeling like an outcast, out of date
Looking in the mirror thinking everybody hates me
And my memories of us are getting hazy
So tell me, am I crazy

If on Friday night I'm questioning where shit went wrong
All the misconceptions I believe
Truth is I'm not lonely, I'm just on my own
And though it can be hard to conceive
I'm doing it for me
(For me, mmm)