Buttons - Lambchop
And I won't be connected
Or be easily infected
By the growing
Sense of self-inflected
Routine in your day
Could this be our night-long struggle
A metaphoric housing bubble
Maybe you find a way
To pass the hours
Then make some happy end to it
A canon and a can of cold commingle
Reminders of the day you went away
Remember at your worst
When you were single
And at your best you seem
To have had better days
There's not much
For you this summer
I guess you'll be a local bummer
Maybe find a job that won't take
A genius not to do
And you may get arrested
Have your breath
And your blood tested
And be back out on the street
Before your engine starts to cool
The months and weeks
Have passed into a year
And your life has changed
In some histrionic ways
A sentence passed
Is paraphrased in here
And you pick up trash in the rain
Beside the motorway
I used to know your girlfriend
Back when you used to
Have a girlfriend
She was nice and you were not
But I was the big prick
Back then too
Now she's had another baby
And her life has gone sub-urban
And I wonder what she thinks of
When she thinks back now of you
Been better times for those
Who are in trouble
And maybe
There'll be better times for you
The weight you've gained has
Made your head a bubble
And your button eyes are brown
And not her black and blue
Well no doubt I'll see you later
You'll have your reasons
You still hate her
But my friend he says
There is a change
That's been coming over you
I admit there is a difference
And I'll submit to his assurance
And I guess this is a night
When things seem better
Than they were
