Buttons

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