Since I wrote this am I the culprit
These useless wisdoms I dispense
At your expense
Picture postcards
A three minute essay
Some scribbled words to four line verse
Meanwhile, we mean well
We cannot escalate or escape this
So let`s pretend our little songs are more than songs
More like sermons
Attention, attention
That`s all we`re asking for
Our little songs are our little whores
Jukebox cupids -- and the medium`s a trend
The music lends itself to it -- to itself
The lyrics bend to make the song
Attention, attention
Don`t tell me that`s all we`re writing for
Picture postcards
Three minute essays
We can never fit in what we want to say