Make Good Choices

(And the surgeon said, to the undertaker's widow)
I promise: everything's all right
It's just, I think of you sometimes
I like to stay up after midnight
And listen for the chimes we used to hear
So loud and clear
But I haven't heard that song in years

A wise old man was once heard to say
"The things that always cause us the most pain
Are those from which we are always
The least prepared to walk away"
That's probably why I had you on the brain

When I learned I couldn't count on you
When I was my most desperate
When nothing that you said was true
And breaking down my espirit de corps
Was your most beloved chore
Still I couldn't close the iron door
I saved a little face
It was a fool's economy
It ended in disgrace
Screaming "get the hell away from me,"
I put you in your place
I knew you wouldn't stay there
But you had such vulgar taste
You even had the gall to ask for carfare

I thought of calling you up yesterday
And then I came rushing back to my good senses
I was all I could do just to obey
I started hearing voices warning me to
Make good choices

I saw your shadow play
And thought, "what kind of farce is this?"
But was I said was "dying breed"
Your smile was disarming
'Cause nothing is more charming
Than a narcissist with whom you've just agreed
Make good choices, thank you very much indeed

I used to dream of you nightly
I would wake up screaming
I'll try to put it politely:
When you're not here, my heart rejoices
Don't come near me
Make good choices!
You face was perfectly straight
You said that basically, most people hate their friends
And i said "it depends"
I have so much, so much I want to tell you
And nowhere to begin