Last week on a Friday, you kissed me sitting in your driveway. Oh no, your other friends got stoned. And it felt like you meant it, but I couldn't cut through the tension. So, I walked all the way home. If you don't already know. I wish I could kiss you over and over again. I wish that you felt the same thing I did last week on a Friday. Last week on a Friday. I wanna have you, my baby, holding your hand. I wish that you felt the same thing I did right there on your driveway. Last week on a Friday. And you still got my sweatshirt with all the holes I lent to you because it got cold. But ooh, it looks better on you. And I don't know why you make this so weird. Whenever I text, you just disappear. All your friends must know. I wish I could kiss you over and over again. I wish that you felt the same thing I did last week on a Friday. Last week on a Friday. I wanna have you, my baby, holding your hand. I wish that you felt the same thing I did right there on your driveway. Last week on a Friday. It's 1am, but I'm overthinking. Smile on my face to hide what I'm feeling. It's 1am. Who's in your dreams right now? Why can't we talk it out? I wish I could kiss you over and over again. I wish that you felt the same thing I did last week on a Friday. Last week on a Friday. I wanna have you, my baby, holding your hand. I wish that you felt the same thing I did right there on your driveway. Last week on a Friday. Why can't we talk it out? Last week on a Friday. Why can't we talk it out?