Hello (Blues) - Better Off

This one’s for you, self-appointed critic

The next time you’re in town

I’ll be taking messages

Leave your name and number

I’ll call you when I’m interested

This one’s for you, pointless endeavor

The price you put on forever

Is bigger than my bank account

You’re always writing numbers down

I’ve 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.»