I'm good to go.
And I'm going no where fast.
It could be worse.
I could be taking you here with me.
I'm good to go.
But I looks like I'm still on my own.
I'm good to go for something golden.
Though all the motions I've been going through have failed.
And I'm coasting on potental towards a wall at 100 miles per hour.
When I say...
Two more weeks.
My foot is in the door. Yeah!
And I can't sleep in the wake of Saturday.
Saturday...
When these open doors were open ended.
(×2)
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria.
With promise and percision and the mess of youthful innocence.
And I read about the afterlife but I never really lived for more than an hour.
(More than an hour...)
When I say...
Two more weeks.
My foot is in the door. Yeah!
And I cant sleep in the wake of Saturday.
Saturday...
When these open door were open ended.
(×2)
And I've read about the afterlife but I've never really lived...
(×2)
Two more weeks...
My foot is in the door...
Me and Pete in the wake of Saturday.
Saturday...
When these open doors were open ended.
(×2)
Saturday...
Saturday...
Saturday...
AN: I play this song every Saturday with "Saturday Night Again" By Patrick Stump on Soul Punk its like a tradition.Idk why...I just HAVE to do it.
(•-•) I'm weird!!!
AAAHHH!!!
And you have to watch the video to this song,I LOVE IT!!!
