Critical Condition

An old man told me as he sipped whiskey slow and broken
Protect your heart kid don’t leave your guard wide open
When I was your age I heard the same petition
But I didn’t listen now am in
Critical condition
I lift the bond dissolve less than sober
Gazing the street in heat while I thought it over
When there at the scene the cruel of my dream ended wishing
What a phony position being in
Critical condition
Well over the romance she was my one and only
Until the day she went to a place my holy
I recalled the hospital with perfect cognition
Filling the physician say
She’s in critical condition
You don’t have to believe the heart on my sleeve to hear my
You don’t have to hear the pain in my tears on fear me
But what happened to the boy who didn’t listen
He became a musician living with a critical condition