Saturday

[Verse] You waited for Saturday And waited for my birthday And most of us probably Expect even less than that And I'm glad You're not like us And by us I mean everyone in the world who isn't you All this time I thought was mine Your proximity made When boredom comes, it won't be long Before I sing to you There's nothing you can do There's nothing you can say To make my problems go away Or to make me do the same From the outside My dealings Pour me outside Bottled feeling [Outro] For a mountain Marbled ceiling Commence the healing