What's on the bucket list might as well spill out this weekend
Loosely counting days to the weekend and Friday is the icing on the cake
Rushing like the Olympics to make all the bad decisions I might regret
Maybe it's the spirit of the weekend or it's just the rebel in me that's set on the cliff
Get out the phone and make a few right calls to friends that know to spin time
It doesn't matter whether it is sunny summer weather or a dull spring
When the weekend beckons the call is well received by the weekend faithfuls
Now it's time to get out and do all the indoors can't cope with this weekend
How times have you looked up to the weekend that never came
Promises for the time that ended up just being promises
Every other weekend you attended a wedding and a celebration but waited on yours
The weekend is for memories and the best time to go out and create new ones.
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