Weekends look up from the ground, is this my soph*more sound?
Come, keep breathing, tell me oh, just what you want to do
With all these empty bottles of NyQuil and all your problems
'Cause your clean nose got some bad blow but you're okay
Strawberry lips do pre-tell
Sign the card, "Sweetie, get well"
And come, keep breathing
Tell me oh, just how I want it
It's just I feel, it's just I feel okay
It's how I do, it's how I do when you're away but don't tell
'Cause I'm a hard sell so don't tell I'm okay
La, di, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
I'm catching lightening on my sheets, dialing your digits
You saw me on my vaca, how could I forget
It's okay, I.D. me, I'm joking, ya catch me on my cell
(What a filth)
As those hips tend to fell
Sign the car, "Meet me in the hotel"
And come, keep breathing
Tell me oh, just how you want it
And if you need the weekend take it, I could get away
If you think that we could make it
If our view would sway
All the subtext in the lobby says to pick and choose who settles down
So come, keep breathing
Tell me oh, just how you want it
La, di, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dah
La, di, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dah