I am sitting
with some good
advice tonight

we’re drinking some nice beer
and he’s trying to tell me something
but the beer is too good
and my mind is too hazy
to get what he means

something about waiting
something about not jumping too soon
something about what’s best
and what’s good doesn’t come easy
and something about me being an idiot
to even chase this in the first place

but the beer’s just too good I guess
and we’ve already drunk so much

I decide I’ll listen to him
another day

tonight I want to drink with him
till my vision goes to zero
crawl into bed in a comfortable haze
and wake up tomorrow slowly

then I will do the thing I want to
the thing this good advice is warning me
against

then I will step forward,
jump to battle,
try my luck

and if my best option
was to not even try it:

I guess I’m just not one for good advice