Misdirection

from Yes Boss by Graham Smith & KGW

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And the first shall be second. I did performe this songe in New Orleans on the radio very shortly after it's finalization/composition. Well, maybe not so soon, but whatever, before I had recorded it in any form.

lyrics

Waiting for the ink to dry
Wondering why I didn't think to try to
Mitigate my indiscretions with a vague reply
Just a little misdirection to assuage the eye

Waiting for the phone to ring
To redistribute
All this weight that I've been shouldering
Brother, I shit you not
I'm buckling under 80 ppi of stress
And at the risk of sounding acquiescent, I confess

It was me on your bed
With my hand on your leg
Staring at your restless body as you slept
As you turned on your side
Something gleamed in your eye
And you focused your gaze on me as you wept

It's no surprise
Behold the power of illusion
For you, it's just confusion
For me, it's a way of life
But the methods I've been using
Have steadily been losing
Their effect on your mind

So I'm waiting for the day to break
To see if I can brave another grave mistake
And as the blue-grey dawn descends I lick my hands & cauterize my wounds
Exhale 3 days of breath and watch the lies balloon

And then I'm waiting for the night to come
Although to be quite frank I don't know what I'm hiding from
I've got no secrets left to lend me any solipsistic sense of self
And boring open books don't always sell so well

So I sleep
On the floor
Till a knock on my door
And your nervous shuffling sneakers wake me up

So come in
Have a seat
I've chilled out
Since last week
But what a lark it was to be a crazy fuck

For just one night
I gave myself over to you
That and a thrown open-toed shoe
And two beautiful puffy eyes
The phrase is overused--
I felt something new for you
But just the something sufficed