"Friday Night" Am Eb D He finds a place to sit and rest, collect his thoughts a bit Am Eb D E calmly stop, accept the fact that they would never... no, shit, Am Eb D Damn the day he looked at her, damn his puerile dreaming Am Eb D Damn the nights he slept by her, so innocently seeming Am Eb D to promise many more to him, as he so gladly would Am Eb D Instead, the fucking nerve, to leave for feeling too damn good? Am G What, she wanted love to hurt like hell, F E just so she would fucking play as well? Am G F E7 Am G F E7 Am G F E7 Am F E7 F#7