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