Sitting on the fence,
Reading up and taking notes on,
How to tell our friends,
"We can’t make it, we’d love to make it",
Maybe next weekend,
When I’m free I’m calling you,
But now, I’ve got a list of stupid things I need to do,
I’d laugh if it wasn’t true,
Shall we pencil in?
Take that chance again?
I know, I need to be in it to win it, you know,
That I know, that this doesn’t have to be finished,
So maybe next weekend,
we’ll paint the old town red,
We’ll put aside excuses and get outside of our heads,
But now, my drive’s in the lost and found, and this apathy wears me out,
Could I lose it all?
And we’re always catching up,
And we’re always catching up on catching up,