All Weekend

Life in the city, babe

Can I keep up with my own reputation?

Late nights, longer days

Running round till I fall down

You called your friends, made all the plans

So I'd be in debt to you

Plus, I'm still in bed, so stuck in my head

I don't think that I want to move

All weekend, I'm hanging low

With rom-coms and takeout food

What's in the city, babe?

Since everyone lost all those big expectations

Now every day is laundry day

Take me back to September 8th

When you saw your friends, danced till you're dead

Now today, you don't want to move

Just throw me the blankets

I'll build the fort, an introvert's cave for two

All week now, we're hanging low

With rom-coms and takeout food

Tell my friends we're hanging home

When the world ends, there's not much left to do

I'm not sure what to do

I'm not sure what to do

But feel with you

All week now, we're hanging low

With sci-fi's and ramen soup

All my friends are hanging home

When the world ends, there's not much left to do

I want to feel with you

I want to feel with you