Freya Ridings —
Weekends

Lyrics and Music by Steve Mac, Freya Ridings

Chorus:
     I don’t really have friends,
     Don’t go out on weekends,
     I don’t have a lover left to hold.
     Friday night I’m alone,
     Sat at the piano,
     Thinking ‘bout the ex
     I shouldn’t call.

You say, “Now I see,
You busy,
Out and living the wildest of dreams
With new friends, new cities,”
But now inside my heart
Wants to scream.

Where’s the love
That I knew we ignited?
Darkness in me
And I learned how to hide it.
Made you believe
That I’m happier like this.
No, no.

Chorus:
     I don’t really have friends,
     Don’t go out on weekends,
     I don’t have a lover left to hold.
     Friday night I’m alone,
     Sat at the piano,
     Thinking ‘bout the ex
     I shouldn’t call.

     I’m sipping on storms in teacups,
     You’re thinking
     I’m drunk in some pub
     With people that I hardly know.
     When I’m so very lonely,
     No one really knows me,
     You are still a heart
     I want to hold.

You turn, say to me,
“You’re happy,
And you’re actually seeing somebody.”
And you’re both so proud of me,
But now inside my heart
Starts to scream.

Where’s the love
That I know we ignited?
Fire in me
And I learned how to light it.
Made you believe
I was happier like this.
No, no.

Chorus:
     I don’t really have friends,
     Don’t go out on weekends,
     I don’t have a lover left to hold.
     Friday night I’m alone,
     Sat at the piano,
     Thinking ‘bout the ex
     I shouldn’t call.

     I’m sipping on storms in teacups,
     You’re thinking
     I’m drunk in some pub
     With people that I hardly know.
     When I’m so very lonely,
     No one really knows me,
     You are still a heart
     I want to hold.

We had a love that never died,
You were my world and on my side.
From bright as day to dark as night
You look at me and ask me why.
 
Chorus:
     I don’t really have friends,
     Don’t go out on weekends,
     I don’t have a lover left to hold.
     Friday night I’m alone,
     Sat at the piano,
     Thinking ‘bout the love
     We used to know.

     Sipping on storms in teacups,
     You’re thinking
     I’m drunk in some pub
     With people that I hardly know.
     When I’m so very lonely,
     No one really knows me,
     You are still a heart I want,
     Heart I want to hold.