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