This ones for you, self-appointed critic
The next time youre in town
Ill be taking messages
Leave your name and number
Ill call you when Im interested
This ones for you, pointless endeavor
The price you put on forever
Is bigger than my bank account
Youre always writing numbers down

Ive been thinking clearly
Burning the leaves off of my misery
I can watch the embers flicker
And hope that things soon get better
I wake up each morning with a question
Today, will I be worth your attention?
Your closing statement:
Live life like you were born to leave it.