this is one quirky inspiring song.

Liz hates her body, her baby body. She thinks that everybody's looking at the way her figure's changed. But she hates that public transport moves so slow.

Regrets her haircut, a career-ruining haircut. She should have got it cut by her student friend, he's asked her to for weeks. But she's on this bus, it always moves so slow

You wanted everything to change but you could only change your name.
You've got to rise above it now, you're more important than the game.

Gazes in awe on those stupid morons. Who buy those magazines to paper tudor mirrors of their homes. But she wonders how many people buy them for the summer factor.

She's making pictures, collaging pictures. A microscopic version of the way they're crowding in her mind. But this bus wastes roughly one-twelfth of her day.

You wanted everything to change but you could only change your clothes.
Standing in the supermarket aisle you know these fuckers never close.
They never close. You know these fuckers never close.

You wanted everything to change but you could only change your name.

-youth group baby body-

I might wanna get that line for my bumper sticker one day.