Tuesday

Hey, it would be great

If you could come by on tuesday

"I'm not sure about the weather

But I think I might be on time"

Oh, oh no, don't you fret about that

Today's today, yesterday is the past

You love to listen and sing

But you hate the way the future sounds

Hey, it would be fine

If you want to come over at nine

We can lay on the floor

And watch a movie that we've already seen

Or we can talk and touch with the radio on

We'll wait for a while 'til they play our song

Then we'll dance

Oh (my god) we'll dance 'til the moonlight's gone

We shake our hips and bite our lips

City nights, bike rides, and a simple sigh

I don't know if hell exists, but I sure as hell don't care right now

Hey, it would be nice

If you could forget all my lies

'Cause I'm all grown up now

And hate the way they taste

I used to think I was lost

'Til "the middle" saved my life

Oh, if you only knew how often I used to stare at my own two feet

And I'd go, la da

I'm not ready for this

La da

I'm not ready for this

Uh uh uh oh no