Weekend Love

We're stuck on weekend love

I want to grow out of it

Picture frames, cheap charades, stories we're making up

But I'm here, oh I'm here, but I say

Keep my name on your page

Scratch it down anywhere

Fear in the lines we write

Our lies caught in the wind with a

Million ways it could go

As I wait for your name on my phone

I'm thinking I'd be doing better on my own

Blank-white page, color it gray, and then we call it black

There's no art in these thrills

There's no love anywhere, but

Keep my name on your page

Scratch it down anywhere

Fear in the lines we write

Our lies caught in the wind with a

Million ways it could go

As I wait for your name on my phone

I'm thinking I'd be doing better on my own

Now there's only one way to go

And your name is not on my phone

I'm hoping I'll be doing better on my own

With only one way to go

and your name is not on my phone

I'm hoping I'll be doing better on my own