Paroles: Laced. The Greens [EP]. Spilt Beer.

Saturday
At home throwing my life away
I know this isn't what you want
But I do it anyways
And the last time I saw you
You said the day would come when you'd get screwed
But it caught me so off guard
I didn't think it'd be this soon

If all these drugs and alcohol
Could bring you back for one more day
I'd comfort you in every single way
I can't imagine you standing there
And knowing that this world would end
With a little click, a quick bang, and some lead

And without a warning
It's kind of hard to wake up in the morning
When I know you wont be seen
As this world keeps turning
It's kind of hard not to quit and give in
But I'll try my best
To live your dream
And fulfill your destiny

Another day
At home thinking my life away
My heads been hurting for a week
I can't seem to get much sleep
My jaws shaking in distress
I'm having trouble picking up this mess
With my unsteady hands
I highly doubt it that I can

Substances allude me to a
Feeling much greater than this
The times we've had and those I've over-missed
I'll be the one to answer your calling
With my head held up high
And I'll spill some beer for all my friends that died

And without a warning
It's kind of hard to wake up in the morning
When I know you wont be seen
As this world keeps turning
It's kind of hard not to quit and give in
But I'll try my best
To live your dream
And fulfill your destiny