It's one o'clock on friday night,
And of all the places I could be,
I am sitting in this chair, thinking of you.
I let you go without a fight,
And I'm probably better off this way.
If I kept you, I'd have likely lost my mind.
You left me for someone,
Who you'll string along, just long enough 'til he falls for you.
And you'll do the same to him,
And I hope his heart gets ripped out too.

I could write a million songs, but they'll never right the wrongs,
That you've done me, sweet innocent you.
I could fight this feeling off, but it will only find me lost in,
The memory of me and you.

So you've left this place behind,
But you've never left my mind,
I'll be missing you like hell 'til you get back..
Now the Green Room has turned blue,
No, it's not there without you.
It has faded to the mist like Brigadoon.

It's one o'clock on friday night,
And as bitter as I sound,
You're one of the few I've found.
Who I can truly talk to.

You're so bittersweet,
A model of truth and deceit.
I fell down at your feet,
And you just walked all over me.