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Thursday Night Video (MV)




Performed By: Bri-Guy ’95
Length: 4:57
Written by: Brian Brancato




Bri-Guy ’95 - Thursday Night Lyrics




Thursday night, getting drunk off my ass
Liquor in my backpack, trying to get trashed
Visiting a friend's house though I never did ask
But I knew you were there so I couldn't let it pass

Watching TV for a show we ignored
You were there too; you're who I wanted to see more
When you got up to leave I followed you to the door
With my booze and my key to let you into your dorm

Flirting by the building before we went in
Giving you my water bottle, splashing your chin
Goofing off and laughing and smiling
Without a single thought given to our relationships

First we walked into the basement with the lamps and chairs
Lots of empty space and no one else was there
I dragged you all around for fun and messed up your hair
Our laughter was the loudest thing in the air

We were curious and bored and found a secret room
The boiler closet filled with pipes, and soon
We were on the floor with music playing, and then you
Were pushing me away as I was tickling you

Then we headed to the bathroom cuz we needed a break
From all the liquid from the shots that we continued to take
Fireball and vodka we drank to inebriate
Of course it got us to the point where we could not let it wait

Then I was sitting on the couch feeling ready to vom
Everything was spinning, the will to stand up was gone
Like a superhero you rushed over a black trash con
Tainer and I let go from my head like a bomb

I felt bad that you were holding it so I took it from you
Lost my grip like a dipshit, and it spilled on my shoes
I laughed pathetically at my own puddle of puke
And then you came over with paper towels and started to

Clean up the mess I made, as if it was yours to correct
I helped you out and when we finished I profusely said
I was sorry that you had to see that right before bed
And you laughed like it was nothing and helped me up instead

You walked me back to my place even though it was cold
I had the black trash can in a firm hold
I soon rediscovered your heart of gold
When you ran across the parking lot to get my phone

You came into my house and helped me get to sleep
Left a bottle full of water and the trash near me
Before you left you stood there, hugging me
That surreal night almost feels like a dream
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Thursday night, getting drunk off my ass
Liquor in my backpack, trying to get trashed
Visiting a friend's house though I never did ask
But I knew you were there so I couldn't let it pass

Watching TV for a show we ignored
You were there too; you're who I wanted to see more
When you got up to leave I followed you to the door
With my booze and my key to let you into your dorm

Flirting by the building before we went in
Giving you my water bottle, splashing your chin
Goofing off and laughing and smiling
Without a single thought given to our relationships

First we walked into the basement with the lamps and chairs
Lots of empty space and no one else was there
I dragged you all around for fun and messed up your hair
Our laughter was the loudest thing in the air

We were curious and bored and found a secret room
The boiler closet filled with pipes, and soon
We were on the floor with music playing, and then you
Were pushing me away as I was tickling you

Then we headed to the bathroom cuz we needed a break
From all the liquid from the shots that we continued to take
Fireball and vodka we drank to inebriate
Of course it got us to the point where we could not let it wait

Then I was sitting on the couch feeling ready to vom
Everything was spinning, the will to stand up was gone
Like a superhero you rushed over a black trash con
Tainer and I let go from my head like a bomb

I felt bad that you were holding it so I took it from you
Lost my grip like a dipshit, and it spilled on my shoes
I laughed pathetically at my own puddle of puke
And then you came over with paper towels and started to

Clean up the mess I made, as if it was yours to correct
I helped you out and when we finished I profusely said
I was sorry that you had to see that right before bed
And you laughed like it was nothing and helped me up instead

You walked me back to my place even though it was cold
I had the black trash can in a firm hold
I soon rediscovered your heart of gold
When you ran across the parking lot to get my phone

You came into my house and helped me get to sleep
Left a bottle full of water and the trash near me
Before you left you stood there, hugging me
That surreal night almost feels like a dream
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Writer: Brian Brancato
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