Saturday Night
What's there to do on a Saturday night
Under 21 with no car to drive
Smoked my last few and it's getting pretty late
I could always go out to a party or go on a date
But I don't know any parties and I don't know any women
I'm convinced that everyone I talk to thinks that I'm a villain
Growing up you realize you're on your own
That hits hard Saturday nights spent alone
You wish someone was here to give you something to do and it's really bugging you
That you can't get out of here
I don't know myself
I need some help
Nothing to do
Needing you
Where do I go
What do I do
Lost in thought
Thinking about you
I don't know how I got here I just know I need to leave
Everyone around me is starting to believe
That I'm not who I say I am not cool calm or collected
Try as I might I can't get a new perspective on life on things on you on me
I see the hate the love the loss the grief
And I still think the same way that I did at the beginning
Want to change my mind before the ending of this Saturday night
But I'm still stuck in my room
Sitting on my bed with nothing to do
I guess that I'll get some sleep
Under 21 with no car to drive
Smoked my last few and it's getting pretty late
I could always go out to a party or go on a date
But I don't know any parties and I don't know any women
I'm convinced that everyone I talk to thinks that I'm a villain
Growing up you realize you're on your own
That hits hard Saturday nights spent alone
You wish someone was here to give you something to do and it's really bugging you
That you can't get out of here
I don't know myself
I need some help
Nothing to do
Needing you
Where do I go
What do I do
Lost in thought
Thinking about you
I don't know how I got here I just know I need to leave
Everyone around me is starting to believe
That I'm not who I say I am not cool calm or collected
Try as I might I can't get a new perspective on life on things on you on me
I see the hate the love the loss the grief
And I still think the same way that I did at the beginning
Want to change my mind before the ending of this Saturday night
But I'm still stuck in my room
Sitting on my bed with nothing to do
I guess that I'll get some sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Grant Mcconachie
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