Saturday Ever Evening

There wasn't a time where I
And the slap in the face where you
But I thought of the clock
And the miserable shock
So you sent me a note
That your solemn core wrote
Told me to find you
Begged me to find me
Stuck under a ladder
A riddle to rattle the world

Leave it alone and save it
A loan for what's left
Felt underneath the sheath
Of midnight milk drapes
Over the evening