Saturday Mo[u]rning (lyrics)

I've got no time for regrets
I ain't got no time to act upon or feel them
When you're burning at both ends
with the right kind of friends
You don't need them
But maybe come Sunday
I will kneel down in Confession
And I'll spill them

That's assuming I'll still make it home
by Saturday morning
That's assuming I'll still be alive
on Saturday morning

I've got a lot of scars that I wear upon my arms
If you wanna see them
I've got notebooks of poems all about love and bones
If you wanna read them
And I leave blood drops like breadcrumbs
all the way to my bedroom
Just to lead them

Assuming I'll still make it home
by Saturday morning
They're assuming I'll still be alive
on Saturday morning

And one day you will wake up
and realize you'll never get another letter
From anyone, from any boy
who could ever presuppose to write them better
So maybe come Monday
I will sit down with my pen and paper

That's assuming I'll still make it home
by Saturday morning
That's assuming I'll still be alive
on Saturday morning