Touchy Subject

[Verse 1] I missed the memo Jumped the gun at hello God you look well though I think she suits you You clean up nicely That doesn't surprise me Not even slightly Not when you choose to When asked what love is I think back to nervous Under your covers You think of her now [Pre-Chorus] I know you deeply You she knows completely Oh I was greedy And now it turns out [Chorus] I'm the butt of your jokes Dirt on your clothes Got what I chose Knew you'd do great And I scan every street Plant every seed Got what I need Two years too late [Verse 2] I'm a touchy subject Somebody you once met So little context How did you paint me? [Pre-Chorus] Some kind of evil? Just two different kinds of people? Or does nothing spring to mind to recall About me lately? [Chorus] I'm the butt of your jokes Dirt on your clothes Got what I chose Knew you'd do great And I scan every street Plant every seed Got what I need Two years too late