You′re calling me in the morning,
Storm clouds are forming you want to see me
I'm scared of leaving,
You don′t care you're screaming please just listen

I don't love the weekend
These days are slowly creeping by,
It′s almost summer time
I′m scared of seasons changing,
I don't want these weekends fading by,
Before we′ve had our time

It's evening on a Friday,
The TV′s on but the color red I want to bleed it,
I'm bed locked on a Saturday,
Sun is up but the sky is grey
I want to see you, how could I be with you,
I′m fading in on a Sunday
The tower's looming trees are grooving I can feel them,
And they're screaming

I don′t love the weekend
These days are slowly creeping by
It′s almost summer time
I'm scared of seasons changing
I don′t want these weekends fading by
Before we've had our time
You won′t come to see me
The California sun is bleeding out
You're filling me with doubt
I′m scared of seasons changing
I don't want these weekends fading by
And now it's summer time

Writer(s): Harley Spring<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com