Lyrics Weekends - Hightide Hotel

Weekends

The winter cold came creeping in, casting frost over any skin that I had left
exposed
That season all I could think about was the warmth of a distant house and
distant friends that I don’t hear from anymore
Steam chased after my breath
It was getting cold and I was far from home, longing for a familiar touch or an
old familiar smile.
I haven’t seen yours in a while
This past summer most days after work I would drive by your old place in a sick,
nostalgic daze
Despite the heat I kept my hood up just in case so I could always hide my face,
but you were never home anyway
I’m tired of coming back to no one.
Back at home with nothing to do but spend
two lengthy days locked in my room
Alone again on the weekends
It’s got me worn down.
It’s got me torn now, between two places,
and neither of them home
I need them more now: familiar faces so I feel less alone