You strike out.
GIve me everything you've got.
Is that as deep as you can cut?
Is that as loud as you call yell?
I'm so numb that I can't tell.
As I run into the wall,
Will you even hear my call?
As I crash down to the ground,
Will you even be around?
No matter how much it smarts,
When you lash out, don't leave marks.
No matter how much you hate,
When you strike back, be discrete.
Your words hit.
Like the metal taste of a gun,
As I slide it on to my tongue.
As I decide to go,
I can hardly feel the blow.
As darkness fills the room,
I can feel myself swoon.
I have lost the strength to try
So now I say goodbye.
No matter how much it smarts,
When you lash out, don't leave marks.
No matter how much you hate,
When you strike back, be discrete.
The latest from NY’s David Nagler is a stirring chamber-folk record with rich instrumentation and vivid, evocative lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2022