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And I won’t be connected Or be so 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