Lyrics
I met a boy called Archie
We were 17
He took me to a party by the cemetery
Money in the jukebox
Waited for our song
But we were in the garden
When Britney came on
He said
If you get a way out
Call me when you land
I've been making posters
Tryna start a band
Waiting on the weekend
There's nothing for me here
So don't you be a stranger
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear
He used to call me weekly
Ask about the news
A shooting spree on 12th street
A crash in Syracuse
The band is fit to break, yeah
You're giving it 'til spring
You play it 'til they wake up
But no one wants to sing
He said
If you get a way out
Call me when you land
I've been making posters
Tryna start a band
Waiting on the weekend
There's nothing for me here
So don't you be a stranger
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear
I won't hate you if you don't
I ain't waiting by the phone
But if you ever make that call
I'll meet you on the dance floor
If you get a way out
Call me when you land
I've been making posters
Tryna start a band
Waiting on the weekend
There's nothing for me here
So don't you be a stranger
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear
Don't you disappear