Pushing Buttons

 
In retrospect, yeah I was an ass
I was pretty immature and I can’t excuse it

When anger and resentment are buried deep
They eventually sprout
Slow at first, unnoticed
And eventually into a full on stalk
With roots going deeper into the subconscious
And poisonous vines reaching out

I didn’t see it then

And perhaps it’s the reason why I get so easily transported
With siren songs
Louise and Nina rock me and remind me every time

As the years passed I did a lot of digging
Rooting out that anger and resentment
That unexplainable need to push buttons
Without really caring for the consequences

Now, I listen with open heart and mind
I watch smiling and remembering those times
The music hits a little different now
Sighing for the young man I used to be

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