Saints Until Fridays - Charlee Remitz

Feeling so elastic

Huddled over a computer screen

My bedroom walls

Always soaked in lcds

It all weighs on my chest

In this half lit universe

Thoughts studding my ceiling

Like beadwork

And I'll marry everyone

Instead of falling in love

I'll take all my thoughts and run

Cause I can never tell

If they'll lead me down the wrong

I give up I'll just die young

Driving my jeep in the mountains

I got youth in my glove compartment

My three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kid always in front of me

I got my three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kids always in afront of me

Been so disheartened

Since my very last birthday

Another year gone

It said it right there on my cake

In purple frosting

I swear I'm in a purple haze

Where time is plastic

And we all snap back into place

Snap back to yesterday

Snap back to being saints until fridays

When the kids are never home

And nobody dies at all

Driving my jeep in the mountains

I got youth in my glove compartment

My three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kid always in front of me

I got my three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kids always in front of me

I pretend that life was so much better those days

I've been thinking about all my high school flames

And I don't miss them

I don't miss the bleachers

Everything was lonelier

I don't miss them

I don't miss cold weather

I'd rather just get older

Than live for the former

Driving my jeep in the mountains

I got youth in my glove compartment

My three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kid always in front of me

I got my three best friends in the backseat

A car full of kids always in front of me