Verse 1 My bag is packed by Thursday night Two shirts and the toothbrush that stays at his place Mom checks it twice and says call when you land Like it's an airport and not Fremont Chorus Every other weekend I'm somebody's guest Every other weekend I'm learning where the cups are Every other weekend I'm somebody's guest I'm learning where the cups are Verse 2 He's got a couch that folds out into a bed A fridge with mustard and one lemon He asks about school like he's reading off a card And I answer like I'm filling one out Bridge Sunday night the car pulls up outside And he leaves the engine running We say see you in two weeks Like it's a place we're both going to Final Chorus Every other weekend I'm somebody's guest Every other weekend I'm learning where the cups are Every other weekend I'm learning where the cups are
