Color Theory - A Slip of the Finger

A SLIP OF THE FINGER ©2012 Brian Hazard (ASCAP) I am an outcast And it suits me fine God knows my actions Really crossed the line Each time you touch a part of me I fear that you’ll break it Cause I’ve done something I regret And I’ll never shake it A slip of the finger A mark that will linger forever Hero or villain A legacy hinges on A slip of the finger The fleeting impulse Of a maniac A flash of panic I can’t take it back Kings abdicate and nations fall For smaller offences Thought I could justify it all Until I came to my senses Nothing to live for Careless in defeat Why bother looking When I cross the street? I’d promise anything to go back To when my past wasn’t checkered But every key we press is part Of our permanent record One lapse of judgement Ablaze in the snarling heat of the moment That’s when I lost you darling.