Last Week On A Friday – Young Rising Sons

Last week on a Friday
You kissed me, sitting in your driveway
When all your other friends got stoned
And it felt like you meant it
But I could cut through the tension
So I walked all the way home

If you don’t already know

I wish I could kiss you all over, over again
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Last week on a Friday
Last week on a Friday
I wanna lay on the pavement holding your hand
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Right there on your driveway
Last week on a Friday

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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
Oh, all your friends must know

I wish I could kiss you all over, over again
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Last week on a Friday
Last week on a Friday
I wanna lay on the pavement holding your hand
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Right there on your driveway
Last week on a Friday

Yeah, it’s one AM and I’m overthinking
A smile on my face to hide what I’m feeling
It’s one AM

Who’s in your driveway now?
Why can’t we talk it out?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wish I could kiss you all over, over again
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Last week on a Friday
Last week on a Friday
I wanna lay on the pavement holding your hand
And I wish that you felt the same thing I did
Right there on your driveway
Last week on a Friday

Yeah, yeah
Girl, why can’t we talk about
Last week on a Friday?