Listen
Welcome to my advice, population: one too many
I hope to find you well and know that I will not
You crave reprieve in concept but not in action
And of a certainty you're a pathetic sight

Have a drink and a light and sit down for a while
I'll tell you the secrets of life that you so crave
How to burn your bridges and how to survive
When you find you cannot go back and repair

I'll tell you of hopelessness and sing of despondency
I'll stir your soul with melancholy tones of complacency
I'll burn your desire to expire if you will do me this one thing
A single solitary action that will validate my words: Listen.