Sadderdaze
Dirty fingernails, same as your mindBut he can strum the guitar just fineEvery now and then he'd think about his lifeDaydreamin' just to pass the the time
Now the sun is closer than it was beforeAnyone who's anyone can feel it
Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using me
Even as a child everyone would say"He was gonna be a star someday"Finally he found a way to reach the skyBut he didn't know what he'd find
Now the sun is closer than it was beforeAnyone who's anyone can feel it, mm
Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using me
He's got a big head full of trash that he talks down every chance he getsHe's a grown man with committable mistakes
Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?Saturdays are not the same as they used to beSaturdays, why do they keep on using me?They keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using meThey keep on using me