Lucinda Williams

You talk about the junk you do like you talk about climbing trees
You live the life of a little kid with bruises on your knees
You will never cop to the damage that's been done
But 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 sucked me dry, can't do it anymore honey
You roughed me up and made me cry, now you wanna borrow money
You say you feel like a failure and you wish you could take it all back
But honey I gotta tell ya, it's a little too late for that
And now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
One reason after the other you're always feeling sad
Maybe you couldn't talk to your mother or stand up to your dad