Mascara Story Dress On Fridays
I wish i could grow on you
Like summer, it changes the colour of your hair
Wish i could look at you,
Into your grounded hopeless eyes and stare
But it gets hard sometimes
To listen to the ones who don't care
Yeah it gets hard sometimes
When you are pretending not to be there
Then i call you and get your machine
Is this a mistake?
Am i losing my life?
It's you i crave
And i will not pass you by
'Cause it gets hard sometimes
To listen to the ones who care too much
And it gets hard sometimes
When you're locked between what you want to do
And what you feel you have to do
Then i call you and get your machine
For the time
You dress on friday
You dress on friday
Yeah this could go either way
This could work out between us or never again
Yeah this could go either way
This could work out between us or
It's time
For
You
To
Take
Me
Home again
So take me home,
Take me home
