Alright, alright everybody I wrote this song on a Thursday I think it's gonna be called Thursday That's pretty much it Alright I can't believe it's Thursday already A cabin fever dream too rough for me I'm waiting for the lightning to strike me twice Oh, baby, you know I'll dissolve you with a poor man's poetry Pistol-whip me back to my last summer Teleport me back to something sweet I see the light down Plato's sickly handgun 'Cause I know That love is just a symptom of the weak But I know that Maybe I don't need to But I can't analyze you A TV smile, she's lying through her knees again Oh, Charlie Another reason to regret Oh, I'd trust you, girl But I gotta be home by sunset Too cruel For me to think I'd never fall back through Too cruel For me to think I'd never fall back through I can't believe I'm 30 already A window into who I'm meant to be A burned-out bachelor, blister up my organs 'Cause I know It's inevitable, I'll be your washed-up refugee But you're too Too cruel For me to think I'd never fall back through Too cruel For me to think I'd never fall back through Too cruel For me to blink and crawl right back to you