The Consultant's Blues

The part of me that can map anyone's pain and hand them a ten-point escape plan, and can't do a thing about his own. It's easier to fix everybody else, and it's exhausting.

Got a blueprint for your soul, a schematic for your pain
I can tell you every single reason why you're stuck out in the rain
I can map your core beliefs, I can diagram your doubt
I can write a ten-point project plan for how you're getting out
I'm the master of the flowchart, the king of the white board
The smartest, saddest, loneliest man you've ever seen, my lord

'Cause I'm the consultant, baby, I'm the one you call
To analyze the wreckage after your last fall
I'll give you perfect answers, I'll make it crystal clear
But don't you ask me how the hell I'm gonna get out of here
'Cause I can fix your broken engine, I can patch your leaking hull
But I'm just a brilliant ghost inside a tired, empty skull

I can tell a shield hero how to finally trust his sword
I can tell a lonely over lord he's secretly adored
I can give a fallen angel a new reason to believe
I got a pocket full of miracles I never have received
I'm the doctor and the patient, the warden and the con
And I'll be here analyzing 'til the final, bitter dawn

And I know the path to healing, I can see it plain as day
It's a road of small acceptances, a slow and patient way
It's a quiet act of courage, a simple, gentle art
Of taking all the broken pieces and just making a new start
I'd write it on the notice board for everyone to see
But the one who needs to read it most... is me

Just a tired, empty skull...
...next slide, please
...end of the line

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