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