In the Fist Place

I wrote a song today. You can check it out. Here’s the lyrics:

 

Did I forget what I came here for? Did I make amends?
Did I settle the score or am I stuck in a museum of my past actions absent consequences?

It seems I never cease to degrade my sense of integrity.
I’m calling on a favor that was never owed to me in the first place.

This one room house with a locked door isn’t much I’ll admit.
I should’ve asked for more when the supply is never-ending.
I guess it’s in my nature to break out against the entry.

It seems I never cease to degrade my sense of integrity.
I’m calling on a favor that was never owed to me in the first place.

(musical interlude complete with skip due to poor recording equipment)

It seems I never cease to degrade my sense of integrity.
I’m calling on a favor that was never owed to me.
It seems I never ceased integrity when calling on the gift that I received in the first place.

so that’s it. let me know what you think.

1 Response to “In the Fist Place”


  1. 1 Jolyn April 10, 2005 at 2:08 pm

    *listens to song and claps* ^_^ es simpatico lol


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