Saturday night burns A redness on my face I tasted you You tasted me You were never my taste Now left alone With precious thoughts of half - a**ed half an hour stops And talk so small I can't remember every single word Laced with think naivete Firm delusions can't be swayed Tell yourself you're happy We both know the truth It's false behind the dirty talk The dirty sheets The s**y walk Your eyes are closed Your heart is open wide And that's no good. There is something up my sleeve There is nothing in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon. Honesty's a virtue that can hurt you Let it be The thought that counts is Counting down the minutes 'till I leave And when I do you'll be looking for security in words Though you know that you won't get it for the better For the worse. There is something up my sleeve There is nothing in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon I apologize for me Then I'm back in a couple weeks I'm too weak to help it Don't know how to end it I apologize for me. There is something up my sleeve There is nothing in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardonThere is something up my sleeve There is nothing in between You and me that you can't see So beg my pardon