Every other Friday it's toys and clothes and backpacks. Is everybody in? Ok lets go see dad
Same time in the same spot corner of the same old parking lot half the hugs and kisses there are always sad
We trade a couple words and looks and kids again every other weekend

Every other weekend with very few exceptions I pick up the love we made in both my arms
It's movies on the sofa, grilled cheese and cut the crust off. "But that's not the way mom makes it daddy" breaks my heart
I miss everything I use to have with her again every other weekend

But I can't tell her I love her
I can't tell him I love him
Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
I don't tell her I need her
She's(He's) over me, that's where we are
So we're as close as we might ever be again every other weekend

Every Other Saturday first thing in the mornin' I turn the TV on to make the quiet go away
I know why, but I don't know why we ever let this happen fallin' for forever was a big mistake
There's so much not to do, and all day not to do it in every other weekend

Every Other Sunday I empty out my backseat while my children hug their mother in the parking lot
We don't touch we don't talk much maybe goodbye to each other then she drives away with every piece of heart I got
I reconvince myself we did the right thing every other weekend

So I can't tell her I love her
I can't tell him I love him
Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car
So I don't tell him I miss him
I don't tell her I need her
She's(He's) over me, that's where we are
So we're as close as we might ever be again every other weekend

Yeah for fifteen minutes we're a family again
God I wish that he was still with me again every other weekend

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