Saturdays (Holly Brook)

Saturday what a day what a silly little day Time to kill take a pill as i sit and contemplate How i'd like to be around all the people in the town with their fancy cars and things But i've got time Stop pushin all your tragedies away Each moment has got a lesson for the day Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays Oh these saturdays In the haste in the grace i've been up to my waist It isn't real what you feel when you find love in a chase I've been waiting for the day when someone takes me away and i never get replaced But i've got time Stop pushin all your tragedies away Each moment has got a lesson for the day Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays Oh these saturdays As i sink one more drink i am running out of ink Feeling void paranoid about every little thing And i wonder if i try to get up and say goodbye if i'll have the strength to leave Cuz i don't have much time anymore