Thursday - Peach Pit

Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear, how you’ve done nothing this

year

But the same old boyfriend

At the ball game look at that tall thing up and then down, what a heavenly sound

As you cuss him out

Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room

Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can

Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday

When I was looking at you I never saw another thing that I could need

Pictured all the fakes I’d have to be

Heavens up and go

When I was looking at you one morning I was on the fence to make a run

Fixed on all the things that made you fun

That’ve now grown old

Evened up before selling it

While away

I’m too shackled up to say

I’m a damn fool

Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you, kickin' round in my room

Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man, catch on up if you can

Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away, fuckin' up a Thursday