And I wish I could sleep
But I'm tired, down, dirty in these borrowed sheets
It's been a week
And I've been singing to my feet, yeah
But I won't admit defeat til
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
When you come by
For your information
I love my demons
Cause they keep me company, yeah
I've grown to love my new routine
But on my better days
Better days, better days
Consider yourself one of my best friends
Consider yourself one of my enemies
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