The Weekend (acoustic)

Tuning: Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb Though I seem cool, calm and collected Making my way to Hipster with Glasses Was a little more than just nerve wrackin' Kinda' just counted on her to turn me into goo Praise Whatever it ended with a smile Cause for a bit, a tad, a little while I expected you two, to save the day with sly remarks Like "he's so cute" and "whatever you wants" Though the white jacket didn't fit The friends I came with did, perfectly Snugged right to my body Like sad movies and late night drinks Could've guessed by the end of the hour There was more than just a little smile on my face Covered in custard and cookies and cream, pissed off I had to leave But all has to end. You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here The day started with a bloody drip And a taste on my lips that was a lot less than desired Awkward moments to the side Not all expiring fast A tank top that didn't cover a thing And a zipped down hoodie, zipped to the bottom Had us laughing every time No matter how many chest hairs there were in sight You got a smile that could light this town and we might need it Cause it gets dark around here, real dark around here Most of my old friends I can only stand for the weekend But that doesn't apply here, doesn't apply here