Saturday Night, Same Shirt

Saturday night, same shirt again I don’t know where I end Same street, same light Same version of a good night Train doors open, Brick Lane breath Neon flicker, cheap cigarettes Faces blur but I know their names We say the same things, play the same games Phone lights up but I don’t reply Someone laughs and I don’t know why I’ve worn this night a thousand times Still act like it’s the first in line And it feels like movement But it don’t go anywhere Yeah it looks like living But it’s just the same air Saturday night, same shirt again Same lines, same lies, same friends Same laugh, same drink, same end I don’t know where I end Saturday night, same shirt again Say it like I mean it, pretend Same high, same drop, same bend I don’t know where I end Spilled beer on the Camden floor Heard that story ten times before “Next year big things” — we all agree No one says what it’s gonna be Mirror glance in a bathroom line Catch my face like it’s not quite mine Fix my hair like it’s gonna change Who I am in a different frame Yeah it feels like motion But it’s just a spin Same conversation With a different skin Saturday night, same shirt again Same words, same jokes, same friends Same spark, same fade, same end I don’t know where I end Saturday night, same shirt again Say it like I mean it, pretend Same high, same drop, same bend I don’t know where I end If I leave now, would it change? Or just follow me again? Every version of this night Looks the same in the end Saturday night, same shirt again Same life dressed up as a trend Same me I can’t defend I don’t know where I end Saturday night, same shirt again Same start, same loop, no end Same ghost in all my friends I don’t know where I end