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A Spy In The House Of Style

A SPY IN THE HOUSE OF STYLE (J Neo Marvin)

It occurs to you, you might have said or done
Something wrong out there, but you’re not sure
You have this tendency to clam up
Until you blurt out the worst possible thing
In front of someone you’d hoped to impress

When every conversation feels like an interview
For some job you’re not even sure you want
Wanting to be a part of something you find wanting
It’s a paradox you haven’t yet resolved

Walk out the door with big plans
Crawl home alone in the wee hours
But I don’t mind
I could complain
But it’s OK
I’ll make my way
I’m self-contained.

Catch your reflection in the corner of your eye
And you wonder how you ever got so old
The times you took your charm for granted
Gone with the rest of your peak
Relive your awkward adolescence in your middle age

This is the time that you’re supposed to be
Entrenched within your final destination
Building fences and tending to your brood
By now you should have made your fortune
So they say…whoever “they” are
But when were they ever right?

Walk out the door with big plans
Crawl home alone in the wee hours
But I don’t mind
I could complain
But it’s OK
I’ll make my way
I’m self-contained.

© 2004 J Neo Marvin (BMI)