Weekend Friends
Eternal Connections: Exploring the Profound Emotions in Weekend Friends by Disco>Machine>Gun
Lyrics
My weekend friend feel my love forever
Expressing deep affection for a special companion during weekends.
Let's pretend
Suggesting a desire to create a make-believe scenario.
My weekend friend surely this lust we feel is real
Affirming that the shared passion between weekend companions is genuine.
We've all been here before
Acknowledging past experiences of a similar nature.
Tell me that it's real
Requesting assurance of the authenticity of emotions.
Let's pretend that I know you and you and you know me
Proposing an imaginative connection where familiarity is assumed.
Where nothing matters anymore
Emphasizing a carefree state where nothing holds significance.
Take my hand
Inviting the weekend friend to join in a heartfelt connection.
Feel my heart beating to the kick drum
Describing a physical response to the rhythm of life.
Where is it my nights gone
Questioning the disappearance of enjoyable nights.
Where have all my friends gone
Expressing the absence of familiar companions.
Let's pretend that I know you and you know me
Reiterating the concept of an assumed connection.
Where nothing matters anymore
Echoing the sentiment of carefree detachment.
Where nothing matters
Reiterating the idea that nothing holds significance.
And the truth is I've been cheated
Admitting to feeling deceived.
The truth is I've been cheated
Repeating the acknowledgment of being cheated.
The truth is so will you be
Asserting that others will also experience deception.
And it hurts and it hurts til eventually it will numb me
Highlighting the enduring pain of betrayal.
My weekend friend surely this lust we feel will never die
Affirming the lasting nature of the passionate feelings between weekend friends.
Where nothing matters anymore
Reiterating the carefree state where nothing matters.
Weekend
Repetition of the theme of weekend connections and the enduring nature of feelings.
Weekend
-Weekend
-Weekend
-Weekend
-Weekend
-Weekend
-We can be your friends
-The truth is I've been cheated
-The truth is so will you be
-And it hurts
-And it hurts
-And it hurts
-And it hurts
-And it hurts
-And it hurts til eventually it will eat me
-My weekend friend surely this lust we feel will never die
-Where nothing matters anymore
-Where nothing matters anymore
Emphasizing the continued state of detachment where nothing matters.
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