Saturday Night

Written by max collins



Saturday night burns a redness on my face
I tasted you tasted me you were never my taste
Now you're left alone with precious thoughts
Of half assed half an hour stops
And talk so small i can't remember ever saying a word

Laced with thick naivete
Firm delusions can't be swayed
Tell yourself you're happy
We both know the truth
It's false behind the dirty talk the dirty sheets the sexy walk
Your eyes are closed your heart open wide and that's no good

There is something up my sleeve
There is nothing in-between
You and me that you can't see
So beg my pardon

Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you let it be
The thought that counts is counting down the minutes 'till i leave
And when i do you'll be looking for security in words
Though you know that you won't get it for the better for the worse

I apologize for me
Then i'm back in a couple weeks
I'm too weak to help it
Don't know how to end it
I apologize for me