Some times when you're snoring
Sometimes unaware that I'm up
And leaving with a heavy heart
I hate the flight and I hate the airport
And I hate every cab that distances us
Six hours later when I land in a different city
Yours is the first text I seek
And mentally I start counting the hours
Until Friday Night
Mondays are the longest and hardest
On my mind and body both
The hour count seems impossibly away
But in the evening i atleast get to see you
On the other side of the screen
Tuesday mornings I'm on for work
And you're my first call of the day
As is for Wednesdays Thursdays and Fridays
Every morning afternoon evening night
You're in my texts
But every moment you're in my heart
Friday afternoons are so much happier
The hours are finally in single digits
The airport is fun, the flight is cheerful
Because its taking me close to you
As the plane slowly descends
The city lights brighten up my mood
Friday nights I bury into your arms
Friday nights I be home again
Friday nights my kisses are always harder
Friday nights my hugs are always tighter
Friday nights I'm the happiest in the week
Friday nights have no nightmares,
Just a beautiful Saturday morning
To wake up next to you..
