workin' as if the devils after my soul,
plannin' to the hilt and back again.
focused on everythin' but the writing on the wall,
thinking so hard I can't remember what I'm meant to be doin.
plannin' to the hilt and back again.
focused on everythin' but the writing on the wall,
thinking so hard I can't remember what I'm meant to be doin.
It'd be nice to have a plan for tonight that's just for me.
Worked today - a saturday, working tomorrow - a sunday. I'm fine with that, but it's Saturday night, and not that long ago, I would be dolled up and about to be smashed right about now. Funny how life changes on you like that. I wonder if I can get anyone keen to go out with me tonight..
