Good Advice

Well, I fell asleep with your good advice
I know your ideas don’t fit me right
So I say thank a lot
I know you’ve been too kind then just laugh it off
Because the fucking up feels right
Then you take the stairs and I’ll trip two floors
I don’t think that I can fit no more
But the bottle’s clean and I am reassured
The last thing I hear will be your mumbled words, ohh