I Am An Instrument
by Matthew Welde
up for days and nights on end
the friendship I forgot to mend
the letter I refused to send
not angry now, was angry then
the girls with which I played pretend
love was never my intent
come and go, came and went
i rolled like wheels on a corvette
would get the best that I could get
booze and drugs and cigarettes
i don’t know how to spell regret
i told myself don’t get wet
it’ll kill you like Russian Roulette
and the thought of death makes me upset
so I live fast to offset
the fact that one day I’ll be dead
and they’ll say he said just what he meant
and didn't die with any debt
the money i earned all got spent
it went to wild times and rent
the lifestyle I now represent
i’d like to somehow circumvent
the preacher says repent repent
but he’s not making too much sense
i don’t need a picket fence
or to spare no expense
but my neck and shoulders feel so tense
can’t rub together but two cents
wait now, hold on a sec
what do I need to invent?
what haven’t they come up with yet?
i’ll try and fail and try again
maybe I’ll get no respect
maybe I will elect
to continue this experiment
and change my course as I see fit
they’ll say it’s illegitimate
but what I want is intimate
alive and indiscriminate
surprisingly magnificent
do something that’s different
call it like I’m seeing it
i am just an instrument
singing 'neath the firmament