Вершы: Have Fun Dying. So Sorry For Saturday.

I'd take it all back if it mattered anyway
Your eyes told me everything your tongue could not say
and I don't want to breathe in the evening air
So I'll fill up my lungs with nicotine

I'm so sorry for Saturday
I don't know what came over me
Would you please forget everything
that happened that night

It doesn't matter anyway
What's another day when you've got nothing to prove?
and I'm so numb and apathetic
My daydreams like ambition

I'm so sorry for Saturday
I don't know what came over me
Would you please forget everything
that happened... awww shit

I'd take it all back even on Sunday

I'm so sorry for Saturday
I don't know what came over me
Would you please forget everything
that happened that night