Love Me on Weekends

Friday night, you light my phone again. Like you never disappeared back then. You say my name like you still mean it, But Monday comes and you don't feel it. Red wine kisses, blurry lights. You pull me close like movie nights. But when the sunrise hits your face, You leave me in an empty place. You love me loud in neon bars, In backseats underneath the stars. And every time I start believing, You're already halfway leaving. Saturday, we're dancing slow again. Your hands around my waist again. You look at me like I'm your heaven. Then Sunday fades at eleven eleven. You say forever in the dark, but daylight kills Who you really are. And every promise that you make Feels like another thing you'll break. You hold me close when nights get cold, Like temporary hearts on hold. But every time the lights are gone, I turn around and you're already gone.