© 2026 darkman1983. Original lyrics and creative direction: darkman1983. Music, arrangement, and master recording generated with AI-assisted production tools (Suno), including AI vocals. All rights reserved to the fullest extent permitted by law. No reuse, re-upload, redistribution, synchronization, or derivative use without written permission from the rights holder. Door bangs shut. Eight heads turn. Pool cue stops halfway through. Three weeks back: “Good riddance, man.” Now somebody’s yelling, “Move over. Let him in.” Half of ’em laugh. Half roll their eyes. “Don’t start.” I just got here. You missed ME? Least you could do. You missed ME? After all that bitchin’? Three weird Fridays. Not a glass broke. Everybody home by ten. You missed ME? You missed ME? New tables. Where’d the old ones go? Last call came, everybody left. Nobody climbed onto the booth. Nobody wrote shit on the wall. Friday came. Friday went. Made some noise. Just like you wanted. Then I walk in— “About damn time.” Made some noise. Yeah. So why’d you want me? We missed YOU Say it again. We missed YOU A little louder this time. Three weird Fridays. Not a glass broke. Everybody home by ten. You missed ME? Yeah. Thought so. Relax. I just got here.
