And what if those were the fat years
The best that I will have?
I’ll not canoe downstream
Or take a mountain pass
No spark of inspiration will take me
To trophies, accolades and acolytes
Future was bright
But I swam from the lights
Into the ocean
Lost my bearings, lost the coastline
Boasted, Lost focus
Got out my depth and
Nearly choked on the brine
“Are you alright there pal?”
“Yeah, I’m fine
Yeah, I’m fine
I used to do this all the time
Pass the wine
Pass the wine
My chest feels tight
And so does my shirt now
Why’s does my head hurt
This early on in the night oh
In two thousand and sixteen
I made the last three on fifteen
To one
Undone
By botany and Christine’s tactics
Facts checked out, brain scrabbled
Regret and tears
Facedown on the hotel mattress

It doesn’t get any better than this
Like you told me
It doesn’t get any better than this
Like you told me
It doesn’t get any better than this
Like you told me
It doesn’t get any better than this
Like you told me


You know, without me
A lot big things wouldn’t have happened
But I never get the credit
Get stepped over and forgetted
I’m not a petty person
But I checked the notes on the sleeves
Interviews - print and on TV
There’s thanks to various Steves
But not a mention of me
Or my insightful guidance
It’s like they’re trying to hide it
Backstage
Years before the stadiums
Gave them wisdom from my cranium
“switch the beats up
Make the words
More relatable
More personal
Get films projected on you
As you are visually dull
Get matching guitars
And you might go far”

Though maybe
It doesn’t get any better than this
Like you told me