When I wait till Saturday
Saturday never comes
So I wait for the weekend
But I spend the weekend drunk
Then Sunday always finds me
Thinking I'm doing bad
But I ain't doing bad
I'm just sad
Funny how we wrestle in the sheets
But it ain't so funny
When you leave it all to me
Where to go now? Who to see?
When I wait till the morning
I don't sleep for shit all night
And I hope that it's alright
But I'm cutting corners pretty tight
"Tightly," I should say
"Do I bear it so it don't fall apart"
"Doesn't," you reply, "Everybody try?
"And maybe that's a start?"
Funny how your grammar changes key
But it ain't so funny
When you use those words at me
Where to go now? Who to see?