Your Big But

We’re sitting inside T. Rex’s mouth and
Waiting for the sun to rise
On our dreary sad pathetic lives
Soon I’ll be heading down south
I can hear the highway call
But I don’t think you’re listening at all
You’re telling me it’s just not the right time
Well, I’m telling you it is
You say that the sentiment is all yours
But I think it’s really his

I try to convince you but it’s just no use
You’ve always got to give me some lame excuse
I wish I had a buck for every time I’ve heard
You hide behind that little word
But I’ve got a headache, but I can’t sing
But this, but that, but the other thing
There’s something else here but you won’t say what
Let’s talk about your big but now

I can’t stop the voices in my head
And I don’t really want to
They’re so much more interesting than you
But when I project their idle ramblings
Into your cute little mouth
It always just makes me want to scream
Because I know you’ll never spit them out

CHORUS
But it’s too cold, but it’s gonna sting

Don’t say you’ve got to get back to your job now
‘Cause I know it isn’t true
Don’t say you’ve got a thirty-minute lunch break
When I know they give you sixty and we’ve only been here twenty-two

CHORUS

But I’ve got to work on weekends
But I forgot to feed my cat
But I‘ve got a really bad hangnail
Oh well, I guess that’s that
You get your nose all out of joint
But how, but why, but what’s the point?
There’s something else here but you won’t say what
Let’s talk about your big but