Song four is in progress. In the past, I might consider a song like this to be done. It meets the two minute mark, and it covers a lot of territory, but it doesn't feel finished yet. So far I am incredibly happy with this song. It's exactly along the lines of what I'm trying to tap into with my new songs, and I think I'm really getting to a point where I can just hit the switch and make these lyrics happen. I think if I slave over this song, I can turn it into something that is, at least by my own standards, fucking spectacular. Ironically, after all my bitching about the limitations of working in F major, I went and put this song in the relative minor key (all the same problematic notes).

Here is a demo.

Here are the lyrics so far:

there's eleven years that passed
since I found out about punk rock
another sixteen came before
they didn't add up to a hell of a lot
sometimes I slip up and I let myself believe
that something has a plan for what they thought that I should be
and if that be the case
why'd they make it be so fucking difficult
why not just drop me
virtually anywhere else
as if he thought somehow these trials would make me strong
and if he is infallable than how'd I prove him wrong
cause i've found what doesn't kill me
can only fuck me up beyond compare
and slow me down
and knock all of the wind out of my sails
and leave me floating with no specific goal
trust in every direction pointing me away from home
I never did no drugs
because no one ever offered them
and I've never even been drunk
and I think I have a good reason
I bet it feels the same as when I reach the end of the day
when the volume's cranked on everything and it makes me want to say

I hate your songs
cause they're so damn beautiful
and perfection on that level should not be attainable
I hate your songs
cause I can't figure it out
there's no secret ingredient you just open your mouth

WOO!