It’s Friday night I’m on my own
I’m buying things for my home
Like kitchen scourers
Hide the knives
I need a reason to stay alive
I don’t wanna go to the queer bar anymore
They all look and sound like me
When I was twenty four
Reward circuits don't reward
And music just makes me feel bored
Friday night, oh damn your eyes
Give me a reason to stay alive
I could check facebook one more time
In case i missed something on there
That’s going to change my life
Turn on the news to more and more
Lists of who they’re coming for
Oh Friday night, damn your face
I see no hope for the human race
I could get in semantic arguments online
Yeah right like we're gonna change the world
One tweet at a time
I could head out into the darkness of the night
Get lighting fires breathe this dead city back to life
But instead
My kitchen scourers and me
Are in for a long night