A clear conscious
Is a sign of forgetfulness
I could embrace it
But I will stand to face it
God rest the imperfect
But now is not the time for sleep
Now is not the time for me
Here I sit
Forced to face what I’ve become
Better than a smoking gun
Isn’t that right?
But I know better
Than to go and ever
Applaud my own bare minimum
When I keep out of sight
I could think of them
As a part of me
Each and every sin
Another side to see
But I am not just the fruits
Of my dying tree
I can look into the eyes of
All my transgressions
Lie in front of me
Too familiar
Though some do hurt to see
If I remember
Oh the taste of them
I would run now
To not lay eyes again
And I remember.
Tireless mess
Seeking thrills
O’er what’s best
Oh that’s when the walls caved in
Seeing it here
It’s clear there’s no doubt
I know I’m better off without
Tireless mess
Seeking thrills
O’er what’s best
Oh that’s when the walls caved in
Seeing it here
It’s clear there’s no doubt
I know I’m better off without
All my transgressions
Lie in front of me
Too familiar
Though some do hurt to see
If I remember
Oh the taste of them
I would run now
To not lay eyes again
And I remember.
New album from Meg Duffy, dubbed as a personal glimpse into the artist's lush solo work. Dreamy, intimate folk-centered recordings. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2017