For Your Photograph

It's Saturday and I've been crying again
Trying to wait
It's Saturday, my fifteenth day without rest
There's cold food and no empty plates

Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
I won't be mad, I'll just be thinking

It's Saturday, I'm overeating again
I've been misplaced
It's Saturday and I've been pacing since ten
Have I been erased?

Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
I won't be mad, I'll just be thinking
Of other things
That make me laugh
I won't be mad, I'll just be looking
For your photograph

It's Saturday and I've stopped drinking for now
The salt mines are taxed
It's Saturday and I've stopped caring somehow
I can't relax

Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
Don't call if you don't want to call
I won't be mad, I'll just be thinking
Of other things
That make me laugh
I won't be mad, I'll just be looking
For your photograph