Weekend Offender

Oh mate, you done it again I only went for one and now it's way past ten I'm outside, I'm tryna get in And I can hear you slagging me to all of your friends Like you said that this would be the last time (oh-oh) But I bet that this won't be the last time I've been stumbling around with my keys for so long When I look up I can't see the sun I've been fumbling around with my thoughts for so long When I realize what I have done I've been out on a bender I'm a weekend offender All my money I've spent it on what I don't even remember We only went out for one drink It's 2 a.m. now we're wondering What the fuck even happened? And why the fuck does it matter? Oh, she's fuming with me And I'm fuming with me Next day, the combo's dead I'm sitting head in hands, I'm on the side of my bed I'm, I'm fine, but it's all pretend I'm fighting with the force that live inside of my head Like I said that this would be the last time (oh-oh-oh) I'm just sorry this was not the last time I've been out on a bender I'm a weekend offender All my money I've spent it on what I don't even remember We only went out for one drink It's 2 a.m. now we're wondering What the fuck even happened? And why the fuck does it matter? Oh, she's fuming with me (oh-whoa-whoa) And I'm fuming with me (oh-whoa-whoa) Yeah, you're fuming with me (oh-whoa-whoa) Yeah, I'm fuming with you (oh-whoa-whoa)