[Verse 1 — flat, almost breezy] Friday's far enough for milk. I signed the lease, three years, sounds good. My dentist wants to save my gums— she's mapping out my fifties. [Chorus] What else would I do? What else would you? Friday's far enough for milk. Friday's far enough for you. [Verse 2 — warmer, cracking] My friends are buying houses now, they're talking decades, talking plans. I nod, I nod, I love them all. I hold my glass in both my hands. I laugh at all the right parts. Clink. Someone says "to twenty more." [Chorus] What else would I do? What else would you? Friday's far enough for milk. Friday's far enough for you. [Verse 3 — tender, chosen] She's talking about a bigger place, somewhere with a spare room, for later. I kiss her like I'll be back tonight— maybe I will, that's good enough. I close her laptop, lock the door, set the alarm like the night before. [Bridge — bare, the mask drops] I want to grow old with her. I want to grow old with her. I want to grow old. I want to grow old. [Final Chorus — slower] What else would I do? What else would you? Friday's far enough for milk. Friday's far enough.
