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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Schneider
Drew Schneider
Songwriter
Maximillian Fuster
Maximillian Fuster
Songwriter
Henry Phipps
Henry Phipps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maximillian Fuster
Maximillian Fuster
Producer
Henry Phipps
Henry Phipps
Producer

Lyrics

Five o'clock on the weekend Last week, fell asleep in the deep end I need you to believe that I miss you I miss you Baby These nights that I write you These words that I'm too scared to send to Your place in Chicago with the nice view I miss you I miss you Now I'm wine drunk and dancing Swaying to your rhythm Trying to forget those days we had I was young, dumb, and jaded Thought love was overrated Now I wish you'd give me one more chance Give me one more Wine drunk in my head Ill treat you like an angel On the floor, we play these games But I still feel the pain Nobody should have to be this strong I put my feelings right into this song Fucked up I miss you Drinking without you Laying on the floor can we rewind To the shows we were watching The games we were playing And the pictures that I painted in your room I was young, dumb, and jaded Upside down and faded Let's go back and put our faith in love I'm still young, dumb, and jaded I guess loves not overrated Feeling black and blue Still holding onto you Still holding onto you Wine drunk and dancing Swaying to your rhythm Trying to forget those days we had Fucked up I miss you Drinking without you Lying on the floor can we rewind Five o'clock on the weekend Last week, fell asleep in the deep end I need you would believe that I miss you I miss you Five o'clock on the weekend Still, sitting here in the deep end I wish you would believe that I miss you I miss you
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