Buttercup

Lucinda Williams

You talk about the junk you did,
Like you talk about climbing trees
You look like a little kid,
With bruises on your knees

You will never cop,
To the damage that's been done
You will never stop,
'Cause it's too much fun

Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
Good luck finding your buttercup

You already suck me dry,
Can't do it any more honey
You rough me up and make me cry,
And you wanna borrow money

You say you feel like a failure,
And wish you cold take it all back
Well honey I gotta tell you,
It's a little too late for that

Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
Good luck finding your buttercup

Glory is an act of the other
You're always feeling bad
Maybe you couldn't talk to your mother,
Or stand up to your dad

You want my forgiveness,
That I'll give to you
But you got yourself into this mess,
There's nothing I can do

Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
Good luck finding your buttercup

First time I saw you,
You would make me melt
The last time I saw you,
You hit below the belt

You might have a beautiful mouth,
You might have beautiful eyes
But soon or later, it all goes south,
You tell too many lies

Now you want somebody to be your buttercup,
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup