It’s Saturday night People in love are staying in Somebody who needs somebody stares across the room Like a hotel room that’s only good for sleeping in I’m awake, I hate myself, I’m angry at you
Try to convince myself things are gonna change Things change, people don’t It’s Saturday night It’s a good night for going out and drinking When it was fun they called it partying
Can’t call ’em back if the phone’s smashed Got a piece of plastic lodged into my boot The best advice I ever got was “don’t trust anybody” I’m awake, I hate myself and I’m angry at you