Saturday Looks Good To Me Diary
I don't know what you've heard
But I'm sure that you've heard it all your life
And it's not nice to mix secrets up with lies
In your car, double-parked
Full of rusting vaulves that fell out of your heart
Try again but the goddamned thing won't start
And now I don't think you even care at all
Somehow I know you won't be there if I fall
But write it all down in your diary
And get back to me someday
I'm amazed at all the stupid, broken things that people
say
To each other when they think no one can hear
But baby, it's a fact
That when you laugh
I feel like the sky is opening in half
To take me back to some place I understand
And now I don't think you even care at all
Somehow I know you won't catch me if I fall
But write it all down in your diary
And get back to me someday.
