The first verse of this is dedicated to my dear friends and first roommates, Tom Owen and Justin Flesher, both of whom left us too soon. The third verse is about a different sort of loss, similar to the one described in This Addiction, but without the solace of that "F-word" place. When you lose a relationship like that, the other person isn't dead, but for you at least, they're gone.
lyrics
TOM SWIFTY:
Pushin pain back, he walks train tracks and waits for the best to get better
He don't believe in laws, but he's obsessed with letters
He tested better than most, but fell off in school,
Incensed, unfettered by hosts who led off with rules
That he couldn't obey, failure prolonged his stay
Until he fell, to hell with it is all he could say
Let's call it a day, he's fallen away from where his moms stay
His first taste of nothin left to lose, like the song say,
And he's waiting for fading talents making way for nascent statements,
Saving face and breaking stakes to stay above his station,
And he's racing, tracing lazy footprints in the sand,
Saving paper, chasing favors, trying to not be like his dad,
And he's facing past mistakes he made when things were sacred,
But he's lost his way to stay within the safety of his nature,
So he wavers, contemplates and takes a brand-new savior,
Paints his brain with H and hates and breaks to sublimate his hatred,
And he's gone.
SCARLET MONK:
Gone, baby, gone...
So gone, baby, gone...
Excuse me...
Do I know you?
Thought I knew you...
Looking through you...
Now you're gone...
Gone, baby, gone...
All the faces look the same
And I can't recall your name
All the faces look the same
And I can't recall (can't recall) [x2]
TOM SWIFTY:
When she met him there was so much life inside him
Made her feel like she could envision a life beside him
From life's madness he tried to find an asylum
By diving inside the most beautiful mind he could find and
She reciprocated, hoping she could change him,
But ultimately knowing they were both of a different nature
Opposites attract, but that attraction can fade,
In his passion he made some mistakes, but he thought he'd fix it later
She was a morning person, a go-getter,
Told her he could make a lunch date at noon, she knows better
An hour late's more what she got accustomed to,
And tempers are combustible when faced with forever
But she's grateful for the little things, like when they had heat in the winter,
Or when she didn't see roaches while she's eatin her dinner
Hard livin, but they had each other then,
Now he tries to reach her and the sign reads "Gone Fishin'"
But she gave him his chance, it was a long audition
Over time, started feelin like he'd lost his ambition
Both such artists, once lovers at dawn,
Each thinkin what they'd write about the other when the other was gone.
SCARLET MONK:
Gone, baby, gone...
So gone, baby, gone...
So gone....
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