From the recording Seneca Guns

Lyrics

Was the picture out of focus?
Was I faking? Oh no.
Maybe I just didn’t notice--
Were you shaking? Oh no.

You kept your cool. I kept my temper.
Start with a bang, and end it with a whimper.
Oh no.

If we mentor all alike, then
Are we all thieves? Oh no.
Did you hint at your regret when
You let me believe? Oh no.

The burn and fade of promise--
I can’t tell where one ended and the other started.
Left dumb, with my insides asking,
“What just happened here?”