Better Off from The River. by Poor Duncan

I tried to find a way to get all your attention,
everyday, every way.
But you are never here to see with all this tension.
Then you go.

And you, stay away.
I guess that's what 'til death means these days.

She takes a breath and makes her way out of the front door.
On her way, then she'll say.
"You are not the man I need, no, not anymore."
Then she'll go.

And she stays away.
I guess that's what 'til death means these days.

I found you on his arm hanging oh so near,
is it over yet?
I smell him in our bed, he's filling all the air.
Is it over yet?
If I see him in your eyes, looking right through me,
this is over.

You used to tell me that you love me,
and he was just a friend that we'd see.
But now that's gone.

I guess we're better off now.

• Acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• guitar
• indie rock
• sadcore
• singer-songwriter
• Cleveland