One day they will all stop shouting

All those voices inside your head, 

From the past, 

Who asked you not to leave, 

begged you to be the one, 

To save them, 

And maybe the rumours are true, 

Your ex wife was right, 

And I should leave you be, 

To drown in whisky and lovers, 

Only I can hear your heart beat, 

Distant, 

Like rain, 

Drumming on the window pane, 

So I offer my hand, 

To save you from this river of yours, 

Of your own creation,.

A river of broken hearts,

Washed down with whisky kisses, 

Topped with cigarette smiles, 

Meals for one, 

A dwindling bank balance, 

And a sea of voices asking you to love them

More than the last.