Saturday, I was in No one ever made it through the years I grew up in the west Casting doubt on all the openness in the spread Always looking down into the ground where there's death Everything falls down and lays to rest in the end Last year day it was good Making all a fuss about understood Then I turned into wood Rigid as a stool, met my fate as a fool Nothing stays the same, but that's okay We forget I was like a rock that never changed, an idiot You don't want to know what it's like To be so upset-ly disturbed as me No, you don't want to know what it's like To be so upset-ly disturbed as me But that's alright Nothing stays the same, but that's alright Nothing stays the same, but that's alright No, I don't want to know what it's like No, I don't want to know what it's like Nothing stays the same, but that's okay We forget