Title: Friday

The air by the sea is quiet today
because I'm filling all my time miles away
In my room I try to make sense of it all
because I'm just not ready to face the fall

The summer days are so very far I remember
Sitting in the back of a car
Open eyes through a midnight drive
Two of you screaming on the inside
Enough to keep myself awake 
in the middle of the night on a Friday
It's been awhile 
so it seems 
since my nights were left without a restless dream
of us cramped inside a car
Talking for hours
Don't where we are
But it's gonna be alright
And it's just another fight

It won't tear us apart
but it's beginning to start
I'm lying to stay away
because I'm sick of this happening every day
I don't want to stay inside
but it's better than those rides
And the fighting that's going on
It will destroy us before too long

I hate to tell you my dear friends
but I'm getting sick of this
Pretending isn't going well
and I really want to quit
I hate to tell you my dear friends
but I've always been reserved
But I think it's time to open up
and let my voice be heard
I hate to tell you my dear friends
but I think this spells the end
I leave tomorrow for the city
and we'll never meet again

Now I'm Gone.