Saturday

I think it's too bad that your friend aren't calling you anymore
You come over when I'm not home on Saturday
Maybe I'm just scared of making plans we may never keep
But I can't find a reason not to stay

Saturday (when I thought of nothing else)
Saturday (and I could take care of myself)

Maybe next summer I'll stop having babysitting stress dreams
And you'll come over when you say you will
Tell me don't be angry to stop being so sentimental
I just hope we stop drifting apart

Saturday (I'll herd myself away)
Saturday (when I didn't have a thing to say)
Saturday (and I didn't want a thing to change)
Saturday (everything I have is spilling out today)