Saturday

Well, I’m sittin' around with nothin' to do
but just to look at the skyline and think about you
and wonder about all the thoughts floatin' around in your head.
Are they of flowers and rainbows and beautiful things?
Or are they cloudy and gloomy like insect stings
that make you piss and moan like a stray dog
drinkin' from a puddle?
But we all know that thoughts don’t last forever
like boots that are made of leather.
They’re more like Converse we’ve had since back in the day.
Their color fades and they’re barely being held together
by duct tape and pieces of thread that are hanging on for dear life.
You can throw them away if you want to, don’t you know?
So now I’m sittin' around with nothin' to do
but just to look at the skyline and think about poo
and wonder about all the farts floatin' around in your bed.
Do they smell like flowers and rainbows and beautiful things?
Or, are they cloudy and murky like insect pee that makes you
piss and moan like a stray fart lingering in a pillow.
But we all know that farts don’t last forever
like shit’s that are made of leather.
More like diarrhea we flushed way back in the day.
Their color blends and they’re barely being smelt together,
like some fuckheads and pieces of friends that are hanging out for dear life. You can kick them all out if you want to don’t you know?
But I don’t know anything about it, cause when it starts to smell like shit, I’m always so quick to write a song about it. And I don’t know anything about you, but when you start to freak me out, I wanna give you “pow-pow” when your cover is blown.
So now I’m sittin' around with nothing to do but just to look into your eyes and think about you and the person behind you and the next one and everybody else.