Super American - butter

I’m a million miles away
I need something I can hate
Something spiritual in taste
I’m just buttered like that
Take a piece of you and cheese
Now you mix it up with me
Love’s a salad, can’t you see?
We’re just buttered like that

Give me something I can build
Make me holy in your world
Nothing existential please
I’m not buttered like that
Take the pictures off the wall
See myself in overalls
Miss my parents in the fall
On VHS for reference

You know your love is in trouble
When being alone makes you feel better
Being at home makes you feel bad
Cuz your an asshole and summer is closing
It’s 60 degrees in the morning
And shadows are forming

Written by:
Matthew Cox, Patrick Feeley

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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