We used to, we used to ride the bus
Every weekend
Every weekend
You see
We used to bring it all
No matter where we’ve been
Where we’ve been
And it wasn’t until I got my nose pierced
That one day down on St. Marks
And it wasn’t until I saw him
And I fell in love..
In love
‘Cause we can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
It wasn’t until I got my own room
And it wasn’t until I fell and slipped and cut everywhere… till the blood ran down
And it wasn’t until I left you, oh you’re gone
And it wasn’t until I moved away
‘Cause we can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
We can thank the weekend
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
Only if we can, we can be happy
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this lil ep is the perfect length, the perfect blend of love, heartbreak, and all the anxiety and racing thoughts that come from it. wish this existed when i was 16, i would have played it on my ipod over and over frfr sh3lby
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I'm rarely in awe. High Horse set something right in my brain that had been wrong for a while. Unexpected beauty, even in the ugly truths we have to face. modestwriggles