She copes with gravity, hips sway to break away.
An energy is lost when she says “I can’t stay,
Considering the fact I was never here. Don’t call me names.
I’m the loss that you should fear.”
And now it comes in threes, deaths of friends and their families.
My borrowed world is ending, so I think of all the flawed girls he sent me.
“Woman, this is your son. And Lazarus, this is your mother (daughter).
Human? Guess he wasn’t done. I keep to thinking of another.”
(I keep to making another bother.)
He shovels high gravity, eyes glued to my break away.
Their synergy is lost when he says “Just stay,
Considering the youth that’s disappeared. Please call me names.
I’m alone and just a visitor here.”
Visit her here.
Oh now it comes in threes, with criminals on both sides of me.
My borrowed smirk is sifting, and I think of all the awed girls he sent me.
Seven years to make you go away,
Seven years to make you wanna stay.
Seven years to make a group of friends.
Seven years and I won’t give a shit.
Seven years until you really quit.
Seven years and maybe I’ll go away.
Starving and looking for a Lazarus, someone I might forget,
I’m spent and waving down the mirrors of Los Angeles.
I don’t recognize anyone out in that pit.
But there’s her whisper in the PA saying “Open your eyes, this is it.”
credits
from The Derelict,
released August 25, 2010
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass - Jason Eckard
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