Saturday
I'm back to what once was the only thing I've ever known
I'm back in the eerie emerald city I call home
I drove up the hill I turned back around
Closed my eyes wishing for a small town
Here in the city there's so much to see
The cars and the people overwhelm me
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
I paid for a storage unit five bins for only twenty bucks
I packed my feelings away where they'll stay for the next three months
Threw away the parts of you I didn't want
My friends call me clean but really I'm not
Here in the city there's so much going on
I can never think clearly thru all of the fog
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
And I'm such a fucking hypocrite
I can't help but leave all my shit
Out for everyone else to see
Got no filter inside of me
The neighbors with their uncut lawns
Sitting outside among their swarms of
Furniture covered in lint
Can't face the fact no one wants it
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
I'm back in the eerie emerald city I call home
I drove up the hill I turned back around
Closed my eyes wishing for a small town
Here in the city there's so much to see
The cars and the people overwhelm me
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
I paid for a storage unit five bins for only twenty bucks
I packed my feelings away where they'll stay for the next three months
Threw away the parts of you I didn't want
My friends call me clean but really I'm not
Here in the city there's so much going on
I can never think clearly thru all of the fog
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
And I'm such a fucking hypocrite
I can't help but leave all my shit
Out for everyone else to see
Got no filter inside of me
The neighbors with their uncut lawns
Sitting outside among their swarms of
Furniture covered in lint
Can't face the fact no one wants it
Everybody's having a garage sale on Saturday
So nobody is really getting rid of anything
They all just put their shit out on the curb for someone else to take
Nobody is really getting rid of anything
Credits
Writer(s): Greta Joy
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