The mass of youthful innocence and I read about the afterlife
Saturday
But I never really lived
When these open doors were open-ended
When I say
I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday
Saturday
And I read about the afterlife
When these open doors were open-ended
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall
Two more weeks
But I never really lived
When these open doors were open-ended
When these open doors were open-ended
When I say
But I never really lived more than an hour
Pete and I attacked and lost the story
My foot is in the door
Saturday
Oh, we promised them decisions
Two more weeks
In the wake of Saturday
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
My foot is in the door, yeah
I'm good to go even though it's like I'm still on my own
Saturday
I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
At a hundred miles an hour
And I read about the afterlife
I'm good to go for something golden
Two more weeks
I could be taking you there with me
Me and Pete
My foot is in the door, yeah
