Another wasted Saturday Night,
this kind of thing has been happening
all too frequently for me lately
This existence is so lonely, it's do dosile
and boring, it's so flat
It's not carbonated, and I hate it
with a passion, with a grudge
because it haunts me with it's pushes and shoves
Don't make me get up
because I just might fight it today...

The phone calls never seem to come
until you begin to hate everyone
for never calling, for never being around...
Tired and pathetic, and these days
just seem to get longer
The hours, they feel like centuries
to me....

All this time just comes and goes
Why do I feel so lonely?
If the good times were supposed to roll
Why do I feel so lonely?
One more day and one more lie
one more chance to make me cry
Sometimes I don't sleep at night
because I fear I'll dream the truth...
All this time just comes and goes
Why do I feel so lonely?
If the good times were supposed to roll
Why do I feel so lonely?
One more day and one more lie
one more chance to make me cry
Why?
It's the accumulation of a thousand wasted Saturday nights...

Another wasted weekend mix
this one never made it
to my car's old battered stereo
Driving in the same circles
gives a good symbolization
of what our lives have become
I want to turn and run...