Saturday Night Video (MV)

Thought I could start out running from my room
Let the dreams and thoughts collect at the doorstep
Take my things and become someone different
Make an alter-ego that for once makes sense
I'm lost but I'm found in the melodies I wrote on my hands
I'm stressed, I can't compete
With myself
My way of coping is Your antidote
My bad habits are your night plans
My last words are your tattoos
After midnight, here we are
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights
I'm hiding in your smoke of a dozen kinds
But I won't take none, no
I don't wanna be you anymore
I don't wanna share your shadow
The realities I missed and the people that I kissed were my mistakes
If we're all narcissists then we all agree to this:
"Hurt, never change"
My way of coping is Your antidote
My bad habits are your night plans
My last words are your tattoos
After midnight, here we are
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights
Changing faces back and forth, stay true to me
Hiding the someone I was
My way of coping's your antidote, stay true to me
Take away the faux pas,
Let the markings on my hands stay true to me
Pray my heart keeps the beat
My way of coping is Your antidote
My bad habits are your night plans
My last words are your tattoos
After midnight, here we are
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights
On Saturday Night
Turning on the lights