We're gonna slow things down a bit I smoked all through Sunday Down by the canal Fresh out of rehab I felt despondent on Monday Until I partied with my friends I'm bagging up groceries The store is busy but I'm lonely I slept right through Tuesday My life's turning into a shitty indie movie A movie My feet say Calm down On Wednesday we'll turn it around And drop pizzas off To houses all over this town My car sings to A Great Big Pile of Leaves And the Weakerthans as my oil leaks Am I better than I was last week Don't get lost We've got friends to keep Like tying strings to frozen bees Woah, you're tying strings to me So what are we supposed to do Is this whiskey me or you Band practice turns my feet blue After a couple of months out of school On Friday I could go insane I hope it finally makes the world feel okay I know it made my songs less lame Won't you put me in your hall of fame Land on Saturday Land on Saturday