No More Saturday Night

They say you made the best of Friday night

Alright, alright

Fell down in the street in a pleasant pile

Go light, go light

Neon rain reflecting in the all-accepting gutter

You called out for help, but all that came out was a stutter

Tonight, someone will put you in the cab

Is it so bad? Yes, it's so bad

I wish I could get those years back

I wish I could train my lost track

Not tryna sell some life hack

But I don't want no more Saturday night

Saturday night

I used to feel the magic in my fingers and my bones

Now that potion puts me out and makes me feel alone

Good times floated by just like a red balloon in breeze

Livin' low, your money just were foggy memories

The closing of an aperture, the waning of the moon

Wishin' for a good feeling that didn't call your doom

From the glitter-skinned fog machine tomb

Skeleton fits in every room

I wish I could get those years back

I wish I could train my lost track

Not tryna sell some life hack

But I don't want no more Saturday night

Saturday night

(Saturday night)

I couldn't help it, I didn't know

Another way to make it, make it so

(Saturday night)

I couldn't help it, I didn't know

Another way to make it, make it so