Three Day Weekend - Grown Ups

It’s time that I clean house

It’s time I cut my hair

It’s time we both stop missing what I wish was here

I’ve been collecting resin with your bobby pins

That you left under my bed

That you let fall from your head

That you once laid to rest in the crook of my neck

Girl, just give it a rest, yeah

The night is young, but it’s looking like I’m dead

Count me in to do it all again

For one more song

For one more drive

For one more night to feel alive

For one more chance to help you stand

So long, farewell

I’ve lost, but I can’t tell

Would you follow me into that mountain air?

Would you follow if you knew nothing was there?

And I know the more I search, the less I seem to care

And I know the more we wait, the less there is in store

Woah, Oh.

Woah, Oh

(I do prefer the lips that I have had before.)

Woah, Oh.

Woah, Oh

(I do prefer the lips that I have had before.)

Will you guide my hand?

Woah, Oh.

Woah, Oh

Woah, Oh.

Woah, Oh