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