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So you left me at the table long after all your friends had gone. Told me not to leave ‘til I was able to distinguish right from wrong. I know I know those definitions. They’re resting at my fingertips. They make you shudder and your breath escapes out of your barely parted lips.

When it ends, let it end without me noticing. Let me come back in the room expecting one more dance. Only to find myself alone and in bad company, waltzing to the strains of a strained romance. I won’t be sober, but I’ll sure be coming down fast. I’ve never been so high, you couldn’t lay me low. And if the best of me gets bent in that plummeting descent it won’t be me who lets you know.

I don’t suppose I’ll be beatified. It’s safe to say the sainthood’s out of reach. How can practice make you perfect if perfection’s what you preach? That double standard never bothered me until you grabbed me by the throat and made me swallow all the platitudes I’d added to the histories our younger bodies wrote.

When it’s over, promise me you’ll overcome all my objections. You do that more easily than anyone I know. Like the time I told you, “Honey, I’ve forgotten how to love you,” when the house lights had come up at the midnight show and you told me it was only intermission. The second act would amaze me, we should stick around. So I sat there through the cheering and the bowing and the leaving, but the lights never came back down.

Now every time I tell a story it’s like another pane of glass slips on down between tomorrow and my half remembered past. And every time that story widens another lover’s shining eyes, I watch the actor who has played me so many times before slip deeper into his disguise.

When it’s done, please let me be done with all my dissembling. Give me back my motivation and my unaffected smile. On the oh-so pleasant path down to perdition we gathered together two-by-two but left in single file. (File) me under whatever classification lets you rest easy. I’ll answer to whatever names you call. Liar, confessor, believer, transgressor, oh, mi amor. I’ve answered to them all

The year’s over in December, but it never seems to stop. The sky’s a final curtain that never seems to drop. Our kitchen clock is just a circle, which makes it easy to pretend that they day on which we first fell in love has yet to end.

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from Stay Ahead of the Wolf, released October 18, 2019
Written by Owen Lyman-Schmidt
Arranged and performed by Driftwood Soldier

Driftwood Soldier is:
Owen Lyman-Schmidt: Vocals, Mandolin, Suitcase, License Plate
Bobby Szafranski: Bass Guitar, Bottle Caps

Additional Instrumentation:
Katy Otto: Drums

Produced by Driftwood Soldier with Erin McKeown
Recorded by Alex Santilli and Eric Bogacz at Spice House Sound in Philadelphia, PA
Mixed by Ted Hutt and Ryan Mall at Kingsize Soundlabs in Eagle Rock, CA
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

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Driftwood Soldier is no average mandolin-bass foot-stomping gutter-folk duo.

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