Buttons (Missy Armstrong)

Buttons

Sometimes they’re simple 
Somehow tough as leather
Plain and unassuming 
Still made to last forever 
Buttons 
Or they might be chic and stylish
The center of attention
Tasseled and adorned
With pearls or fancy trimmings
Buttons 
Drawn by a common thread
That’s easy to mend
Surrounding me with strength
And circling without end
Buttons 

Chorus:
Maybe it’s a gesture 
Or an unexpected call 
A door somebody opens
When my back’s against the wall
Bundling up the big deals
Till they feel like nothings
When it comes to holding me together 
It takes all kinds of buttons 

Always giving cover
When life is cold and hard
They keep me hooked together 
If I’m letting down my guard 
Buttons 
Binding at the seams 
So the world won’t get to see
Keeping safe and sound 
The fragile side of me
Buttons 
They grab me by the collar
And hang on my heart
Just above my gut
When I’m falling apart 
Buttons 

CHORUS


Big and small I’ve got ‘em all
In every shape and size
From postcards and backyards 
To puppy dog eyes


CHORUS