saturday looks good to me

every time the phone rings it sounds like a song
look for me and i'll be gone
you can't sing to save your life
through the alcohol
drinking champagne off the walls
it looks like after all
they still talk about us like they've got nothing else to do
it could have been lines
and after all this time
they'll still talk about us like we're not even in the room
outside the birds sing
louder than the phone rings
every night you fall asleep with your headphones on
look for me and i'll be gone


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