Friday Night

You're driving home on a Friday night Glass on the floor from the broken alley light From the broken alley light You see my name on your telephone And then you wonder how long I've known But than you tell me you're number one But I doubt it because you just don't know where to stop On your way to the top You won't make it like this You got a lot to say But you're nothing Without me It doesn't matter I'll never fall in love again You've got an addiction Last night you promised you'd stay But where are you today You ran again damn it As she's driving on past the midnight skies A pool of tears falling from her eyes And it doesn't even bother me You're driving home on a Friday night Glass on the floor from the broken alley light A broken alley light Just hold on to me My hair's too long Too long It's not a big deal but I wanna cut it I know My hair's too long When you're tired of the fire Remember you got me on your side Remember you got me on your side (Haha, sike) You're dead, you're dead to me You're dead, you're dead to me You're dead, you're dead to me Because you just don't know where to stop On your way to the top You wont make it like this You got a lot to say But you're nothing Without me It doesn't matter I'll never fall in love again