Weekends Lyrics by Freya Ridings is a Newly released English song. Weekends Lyrics are written by Freya Ridings & Steve Mac while the song is produced by Freya Ridings. The song was published on January 12, 2022.
Weekends Song Details:
| Song: | Weekends |
| Singer(s): | Freya Ridings |
| Produced by: | Freya Ridings |
| Written by: | Freya Ridings & Steve Mac |
| Label: | Freya Ridings |
| Release Date: | January 12, 2023 |
Weekends Lyrics
I don’t really have friends don’t
Go out on weekends
I don’t have a lover left to hold
Friday nights I’m alone sat at the piano
Thinking bout the ex I shouldn’t call
You say, now I see, you busy
Out and living the wildest of dreams
With new friends, new cities
But now inside my heart wants to scream
Where’s the love that I knew we ignited
Darkness in me and I learned how to hide it
Made you believe that I’m happier like this
No, no
I don’t really have friends don’t
Go out on weekends
I don’t have a lover left to hold
Friday night I’m alone sat at the piano
Thinking bout the ex I shouldn’t call
Sipping on storms in teacups
You’re thinking I’m drunk in some pub
with people that I hardly know
When I’m so f**king lonely
No one really knows me
You are still a heart I want to hold
You turn, say to me,
You’re happy, and you’re
Actually seeing somebody
And you’re both so proud of me
But inside my heart starts to scream
Where is the love that I know we ignited
Fire in me and I learned how to light it
Made you believe I was happier like this
No, no
I don’t really have friends don’t
Go out on weekends
I don’t have a lover left to hold
Friday night I’m alone sat at the piano
Thinking bout the ex I shouldn’t call
Sipping on storms in teacups
You’re thinking I’m drunk in some pub
with people that I hardly know
When I’m so f**king lonely
No one really knows me
You are still a heart I want to hold
We had a love that never died
You were my world and on my side
From bright as day to dark as night
You look at me and ask me why
I don’t really have friends don’t
Go out on weekends
I don’t have a lover left to hold
Friday nights I’m alone sat at the piano
Thinking bout the love we used to know
Sipping on storms in teacups
Thinking I’m drunk in some pub with
People that I hardly know
When I’m so f**king lonely
No one really knows me
You are still a heart I want,
Heart I want to hold