Weekend day,   To Hell goes the phone.   I must have heard that story a million times before.   No more wake up calls,   At least not for a week or two.   The plainest feeling, love,   Ya know we'd daze a few.      No, I don't have the time of day.   There's just not enough time in a day for me.      And this is for the best,   Me seeing you less.   Sleeping in is what you call the best.   God I knows I'm plenty hurt,   And better off alone.   I know I can do it,   But I'm not sure how.      No, I don't have the time of day.   There's just not enough time in a day for me.      No, I don't have the time of day.   There's just not enough time in a day for me.   (For me)