You are stumbing down the street
Our face is red as a beet
Put you on ice like a bottle of champagne
I’ll open you up when there’s something to celebrate

A rubber band’s a reminder wrapped around my wrist
Keep on snapping it to make sure I don’t miss
The things I know I’ll cherish at a later date
Keep on snapping it before the rubber band
Breaks breaks breaks breaks breaks

Tried to krazy glue a collage of what we got so far
But it’s too permanent now if we don’t know what we are
Looks like a dali with a warped clock melting down the wall
Was just too soon for arts and crafts is all

A rubber band’s a reminder wrapped around my wrist
Keep on snapping it to make sure I don’t miss
The things I know I’ll cherish at a later date
Keep on snapping it before the rubber band
Breaks breaks breaks breaks breaks

Had an Escher-esque idea of what we’d be
In a haven-ish room with a busted t.v.
That soon expands to the size of an auditorium
Before one of us calls a moratorium
A moratorium
Oh it’s the glory of
Waiting in the wings

We kiss good night and the brims of our hats bang
You’re so drunk you’ve forgotten where your coat hangs
Put us in the vcr and  put us on slo-mo
Or press pause to see if your face shows

A rubber band’s a reminder wrapped around my wrist
Keep on snapping it to make sure I don’t miss
The things I know I’ll taint at a later date
Keep on snapping it before the rubber band
Breaks breaks breaks breaks breaks
Breaks breaks breaks breaks breaks

June 2006