I know I was never a pole you were tethered to
You were always just floating away
I know I was never your bass or your tenor
Nothing to anchor, no reason to stay
I know I was never “Wherefore art…” whatever
Or a bird that was perched on the bust of your reason
It’s treason that loss doesn’t fade with the seasons
We get older but answers don’t get any clearer
I’m just someone who used to be your lover
Or was I a quasi-hunchback you pitied?
I don’t understand, everything seemed to be fine
If my love was boring, then your love was strychnine
Make no mistake, I think you’re a flake
Just a passing fancy
I made no mistake, and as of late
Just a passing fancy
To you
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