Teach me how to break the mold
of an elder man in a younger role.
“You’re better than this,”
you said, which I dismissed.
Foreshadowed is tomorrow’s sun,
which I delayed with cola and rum,
punch-drunk with shame.
I reached down and
touched the earth, where I had paid
homage to her pain. But I
used that pain for fame, thrust my
other friends away, took a
drag from her smoke. In the
fumes of it, I laid.
An adagio for stings,
a child prays for a friend on his knees.
Lo and behold, the
looking-glass bowl with the candlelit soul he
perceives.
Must have been an impuissant soul
on my birthday, 22 years old,
siphoned rashness into my veins,
Picture her there, hospital gowned,
eternally woken, tattered rufous crown,
head over heels.
Should I take the tonsure now that she’s
gone for good?
But I know what you would say, “thieve
just without the take. Take those
idols off your wall; they only
decorate your shame.”
A sad scene bleeds true, when she
pushes me away, it pushes me from you.
Maybe that’s why decent men lose?
So before I lie,
see if she took someone strange tonight. She was
born to be brave, and I
was born to remain with
an indebted hearts that behaves.
credits
from Ennui,
track released February 9, 2019
Music & lyrics by Drew Mazur
Drew Mazur - Vocals, piano, keyboards
Rory Mazur - Guitar
Produced by Drew Mazur & Daniel Chironno “DTronic”
Mixed & mastered by Daniel Chironno “DTronic”
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