Haley Blais - Someone Called While You Were Out

Tried to say hell to the rat race
Tried to make my escape
Pictures of parties and their faces under blue light
And their voices all on tape

Can I become what I think I am
Try to find my weekend man
Or will I become what I most fear
I bloomed too late now winter’s near

All of the guys think that it’s bullshit
I have better things to write about
But can you tell me that it’s better this way
Someone called while you were out

Can I become what I think I am
Try to find my weekend man
And in its place a smoking gun
Right before the weekend’s done

Can I become what I think I am
Try to find my weekend man
And in its place a smoking gun
Right before the weekend’s done
Can I become what I think I am
What I think I am