Saturday ♥

I'm good to go and
I'm going no where fast

It could be worse i could be taking you there

With me (with me)

I'm good to go

Even though its like I'm still on my own.

I'm good to go for something golden

Though the motions i've been going through

Have failed

And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall

At a 100 miles an hour

When I say

Two more weeks

My foot is in the door (yeah)

I can't sleepIn the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

Pete and I attacked

And lost the story

Oh we promised them decisions

The mass of youthful innocence

And I read about the afterlife

But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)

When I say

Two more weeks

My foot is in the door (yeah)

I can't sleepIn the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

And I read about the afterlife

But I never really lived

And I read about the afterlife

But I never really lived

Two more weeks

My foot is in the door

Me and PeteIn the wake of Saturday

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

Saturday

When these open doors were open-ended

Saturday