Dear
Saturday Looks Good to Me, you should fight The Postal Service.
Everyone seems like they should be whispering around here
None of the messages are ever clear
tones are polite but always insincere
You feel asleep with all the secrets you keep in your head
And when you woke up they were all on the bed, in the daylight
You went out that night you were never quite the same again
When you got home you started drinking alone in your room every night
all of the people that you left behind
said you lost 100% of your mind
You said:
why don't you write
another song about riding the bus
why don't you take another picture of the train station
why don't you fuck off
cause I can't every sleep
I can't ever sleep
I can't ever seem to get to sleep
Give me a ride becuase I'm fucked up as your car
a broken radiator and a broken hub
Isn't that where stories like this always start
And sing me a song about the things that go wrong around here
And I'll try not to fall asleep, in the back seat
I can't ever sleep,
With you again