Saturday - Built To Spill

You waited for Saturday

And waited for my birthday

And most of us probably

Expect even less than that

And I’m glad

You’re not like us

And by us

I mean everyone in the world who isn’t you

All this time I thought was mine

Your proximity made

When boredom comes, it won’t be long

Before I sing to you

There’s nothing you can do

There’s nothing you can say

To make my problems go away

Or to make me do the same

From the outside

My dealings

Pour me outside

Bottled feeling

For a mountain

Marbled ceiling

Commence the healing