Lyrics Three Day Weekend - Grown Ups

Three Day Weekend

It’s time that I clean house
It’s time I cut my hair
It’s time we both stop missing what I wish was here
I’ve been collecting resin with your bobby pins
That you left under my bed
That you let fall from your head
That you once laid to rest in the crook of my neck
Girl, just give it a rest, yeah
The night is young, but it’s looking like I’m dead
Count me in to do it all again
For one more song
For one more drive
For one more night to feel alive
For one more chance to help you stand
So long, farewell
I’ve lost, but I can’t tell
Would you follow me into that mountain air?
Would you follow if you knew nothing was there?
And I know the more I search, the less I seem to care
And I know the more we wait, the less there is in store
Woah, Oh.
Woah, Oh
(I do prefer the lips that I have had before.)
Woah, Oh.
Woah, Oh
(I do prefer the lips that I have had before.)
Will you guide my hand?
Woah, Oh.
Woah, Oh
Woah, Oh.
Woah, Oh