Lyrics

I’m screwed-up I’m productive Is that what they call Poetic justice? I’ve a major problem With minor consequence Life is confusing But it all makes sense. Going ‘round in circles Swinging back and forth Going nowhere fast But feel I’m off course. My life’s like a rhyme The reason is unknown It’s only when I die I won’t feel alone. When I’m sad I am When I’m happy I’m not Poetic justice Is all that I’ve got… And that’s not a lot! Poetic justice.