Wasn't the Plan
Sittin' here on a Friday night, nothing seems to be going right
Empty drink, not a friend in my sight, yeah
Just this melody holding me so tight, guess I'll be singing myself to sleep again tonight
Cause you don't even know me, although it should be so easy
That wasn't the plan, didn't understand
These nights, they get so lonely, even when the strangers get so friendly
Covered up in lace, guess this is who I could be
For a night or two, no but it's not you
Hold my hand, don't let go, whatever you do, no don't let go
Writer/s: Amey Searcy, Michael Alan Lamb
