Little Miss Integrity — Same Person at the Bar and the Funeral

Lyrics

[Intro]
Some are a collection of rooms.
A different person answers every door.
But she is a house with a single key.
One long hallway, running true.

[Verse 1]
We see her first at the funeral home.
The air is cool, thick with lilies.
Her hand on a shoulder is a quiet anchor.
Her words are few, her silence is kind.
She doesn't perform grief.
She doesn't need to.
She is simply present in the solemn air,
a still point in the turning world of loss.

[Chorus]
She is the same person at the bar and the funeral.
The character that doesn't change with the light.
No mask for the party, no mask for the grave.
Just the one true face, whole and undivided.

[Verse 2]
We see her next at a place called The Dive.
Friday night, noise and spilled beer.
The floor is sticky, the laughter is loud.
She listens with the same quiet attention.
And when it's time to go, the bill is left on the bar.
A folded five, a folded ten, when the barista is turned away.
No card, no signature, no receipt.
Just the quiet math of what is right.

[Chorus]
She is the same person at the bar and the funeral.
The character that doesn't change with the light.
No mask for the party, no mask for the grave.
Just the one true face, whole and undivided.

[Bridge]
The old word for it was wholeness.
Integritas.
Not to be broken into pieces for convenience.
Not to be refashioned for an audience.
It's a virtue that has no witness but itself.
A payment made when no one is looking.
A promise kept to an empty room.
The conviction that who you are in the dark...
is all that you are.

[Outro]
She walks out into the night.
From the bar, from the chapel.
It makes no difference.
She is one person.
And she is whole.