You can feel the repetition in the air of another Saturday night
You've all gathered to celebrate nothing, which could just be the same old something, that we're all so tired of
Going through the motions and out to the same ol' bars
And time spent with those boys who play guitars
Another night in a smoky haze of underwater laughter that always leaves you wanting something more
Expectations that are never met, waking up and noticing that the someone you thought you were, is the someone you're not
Time goes by as we move in circles and echoes of each other
Chasing the dreams that keep on slipping through our fingers, until we either discover how to run faster to catch up or maybe grow stronger so that we may hold onto them