Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sobs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sobs
Composer
Celine Autumn
Composer
Jared Lim
Composer
Raphael Ong
Composer
Lyrics
Friday nights and we're sickened to the core
Drinking cheap liquor from the corner store
Are we just afraid of passing time?
Everyday's a mess it's all the same
Ears are ringing out trapped in cellophane
When will we start to feel alright?
I wanna see you wear your heart on your sleeve for once without deceit
Why can't it be more?
I'm tryna find my way out the door
Spent all of my pay check on a dress
Got so high I left it on a bench
Guess that I'm not going out tonight
Friday nights have made us such a fool
But I'd do anything to get my mind off you
There's nothing left of me inside
I wanna see you wear your heart on your sleeve for once without deceit
Why can't it be more?
I'm tryna find my way out the door
When will I get to where I wanna be seen?
Still we're caught in between
Why can't it be more?
I'm tryna find my way out the door
No reasons left to stay anymore
Writer(s): Sobs
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