Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems to Bring You Down

Hobbled by the fact that there must be a problem
 Confident that there's a trace of honor that we share
 So let's begin again and let's not try to answer
 With subtle irony instead of common sense
 Take me to your room and lay me on the bed
 Looking at the stamps that slowly you've collected
 The impression that was made as you frequently do fly
 Dripping on the dock, you shiver from the cold
 Oh, you're looking pretty good, and I'm feeling pretty old
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 Sudden mastery of most of the decisions
 Convinced of steady growth in the hours that will come
 To take the best of me and throw it to the dogs
 You can call me bastard, and you can call me friend
 But don't forget to call me before the story ends
 Covered in a fabric that's made from good intent
 Poking through a hole that been eaten by a moth
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 Let's pretend I'm guilty of everything you've mentioned
 Reproductively unsound, reproductively inclined
 But I can change the system of which I have been measured
 It's really unattractive how little I really know
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 So shoot me through a cannon, squash me like a bug
 Or sweep me like some dirt that lies under a rug
 Let's start a competition to get me out of town
 Each time I bring it up, it seems to bring you down