March 29, 2015 · 1990s pancake chores Fruvous

My Own Medicine

It might be funny if it wasn't happening to me
My every theory flying back in my face
Once the cynic now the hopeful romantic
I'm learning to argue your side of the case

You called it destiny, I called it a really good day
Persuasion never really entered my plans
But now you say that it could happen again
You just need to see more of your favorite bands

One day I'll have a clever comeback
One day I'll find a way to win
'Til then I'll be basking in the
Aftertaste of my own medicine

Wake up Saturday and you're the one with work on your mind
You say, "The pancake on the counter is yours"
I run my errands, but I'm so disappointed to
Find how much time I have left for my chores

It used to be you only wanted one thing
And it used to start with me
I wanted someone with your offbeat taste in
Canadian bands and Midwestern morals
A quarrel later and it's turned into a question of degree
Once the critic now I'm slowly defusing every
Loaded word of your last review

One day I'll have a clever comeback
One day I'll find a way to win
'Til then I'll be basking in the
Aftertaste of my own medicine

We might be laughing if it wasn't happening to us
Our pumpkin carriage broken down by the road
And twenty seven is a strange age to find
If you still get the prince once you've
Disparaged the toad

One day I'll have a clever comeback
One day we'll watch your fairy tale begin
'Til then I'll be basking in the
Aftertaste of my own medicine