Buttercup
Blazing down the Blue Ridge Highway
Lead foot on the gas
Your parents moved out to the country
They want to put a finger onto their past
Ours is buried in the food court
Of an 80s-era mall
But I can't see past the display case
My memories never got tall
I'm getting tired of telling the truth
When you ask me what I think you should do
You got a foot on the concrete, the other is glued
To a long-held belief that you've got something to prove
So fuck me up, buttercup, I've given up
I've got a lot left to learn before I quit acting tough
So you can move all the mountains and part all the seas
Until there's nothing left to stand on or abandon
But you and me
So you move back home to the Brazos
The only shore you've ever known
But you say too many would be close
You've gotta find a place on your own
And you drive all night to Chicago
Windows down to keep you up
You gotta see a Great Lake summer
Though I hear the winters are rough
I'm getting tired of telling the truth
When you ask me what I think you should do
You got a foot on the concrete, the other is glued
To a long-held belief that you've got something to prove
So fuck me up, buttercup, I've given up
I've got a lot left to learn before I quit acting tough
So you can move all the mountains and part all the seas
Until there's nothing left to stand on or abandon
But you and me
Lead foot on the gas
Your parents moved out to the country
They want to put a finger onto their past
Ours is buried in the food court
Of an 80s-era mall
But I can't see past the display case
My memories never got tall
I'm getting tired of telling the truth
When you ask me what I think you should do
You got a foot on the concrete, the other is glued
To a long-held belief that you've got something to prove
So fuck me up, buttercup, I've given up
I've got a lot left to learn before I quit acting tough
So you can move all the mountains and part all the seas
Until there's nothing left to stand on or abandon
But you and me
So you move back home to the Brazos
The only shore you've ever known
But you say too many would be close
You've gotta find a place on your own
And you drive all night to Chicago
Windows down to keep you up
You gotta see a Great Lake summer
Though I hear the winters are rough
I'm getting tired of telling the truth
When you ask me what I think you should do
You got a foot on the concrete, the other is glued
To a long-held belief that you've got something to prove
So fuck me up, buttercup, I've given up
I've got a lot left to learn before I quit acting tough
So you can move all the mountains and part all the seas
Until there's nothing left to stand on or abandon
But you and me
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Writer(s): Genevieve Poist
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