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 shareSo lets begin again
And lets not try to answer
With subtle irony
Instead of common senseTake me to your room
And lay me on the bedLooking at the stamps
That slowly youve collected
The impression that was made
As you frequently do flyDripping on the dock
You shiver from the cold
You're looking pretty good
And I'm feeling pretty oldIs sudden mastery
Of most of the decisions
Convinced of steady growth
In the hours that will comeTo take the best of me
And throw it to the dogsYou can call me bastard
And you can call me friend
But don't forget to call me
Before the story endsCovered in a fabric
Thats made from good intent
Poking through a hole
That been eaten by a mothLets pretend I'm guilty
Of everything you've mentioned
Reproductively unsound
Reproductively inclinedBut can I change the system
Of how I have been measured
It's really unattractive
How little I really knowSo shoot me through a cannon
Squash me like a bug
Or sweep me like some dirt
That lies under a rugLets start up a petition
To get me out of town
Each time I bring you up
It seem to bring you down