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

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

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

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