Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freya Ridings
Vocals
Chris Laws
Programming
Tim Laws
Guitar
Everton Nelson
Violin
Natalie Bonner
Violin
Alison Dods
Violin
Richard George
Violin
Ian Humphries
Violin
Magnus Johnston
Violin
Steve Mac
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freya Ridings
Songwriter
Steve Mac
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Chris Laws
Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Al Lawson
Engineer
Daniel Pursey
Engineer
Steve Mac
Producer
Lyrics
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 my wildest of dreams
With new friends, new cities"
But now inside my heart wants to scream
Where's the love that I know we ignited?
Darkness in me and I learned how to hide it
Made you believe that I'm happier like this
No, no
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
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I hope 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 is 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
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
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking 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
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
I'm sipping on storms in teacups
Thinking I'm drunk in some pub
With people that I hardly know
But I'm so fucking lonely, no one really knows me
You are still a heart I want, heart I want to hold
Writer(s): Steve Mac, Freya Olivia Rose Ridings
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