Paroles: Angry Salad. Angry Salad. Saturday Girl.

She lost herself when the meds kicked in
Staring at a chair where her folks had been
All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright'
It's late and a stillness hangs on her hall
Broken by the sound of the faint footfalls
As the last orderly moves slowly into the night

And a song that she used to know, from a pocket radio
And it floats from the floor above, song she used to love
Reminds her of the time when she had anyplace to go

Is this time, is it all I've got?
(She thinks)
Is this life, is it all I've got that you could walk away
And leave me with something I can't fight? Yeah
This thing has got a hold of me
And all my Saturday, all my Saturday nights

She thinks to herself, I'll hide them underneath my tongue
In the moment she's aware of what she won't become
When she feels herself slipping, she whispers, "I'm alright"
The ceiling reflects headlights coming over the hill
She's lying on her back and she's perfectly still
She knew they'd come back for her but they fade out of sight

And a song that she used to know, from a pocket radio
And it floats from the floor above, song she used to love
Reminds her of the times when she had anyplace to go

Is this time, is it all I've got?
(She thinks)
Is this life, is it all I've got that you would walk away
And leave me with something I can't fight? Yeah
This thing has got a hold of me
And all my Saturday, all my Saturday nights

Is this time, is it all I've got?
(She thinks)
Is this life, is it all I've got that you would walk away
And leave me with something I can't fight? Yeah
This thing has got a hold of me
And all my Saturday, all my Saturday nights

Is this time, is it?
Is this life, is it?
Is this time, is it all I've
All I've got, all I've got