I see the sadness in your eyes;
believe me, it’s nothing next to mine,
infused in each tile and every room,
but I fear I’ve lingered here too long,
and that means it’s time for moving on—
the death of the old, the birth of the new.
You held out your hand when I fell down,
clutched at the wrist and turned me around
and gave me the only home I know,
but all that I have is given me
three meals, four walls, and free TV.
I need to break free, and that’s why I must
go into the sunset line
toward the place that’s truly mine,
and if I don’t search, I’ll never find.
I’ve been the burden on your back,
the friendliest foe, the subtlest attack,
the parasite guest who came to stay.
I’ve been delivered out of need,
my back has gone numb, legs atrophied.
My feet beg to bleed as they walk
away from all those useless things
like shelter from all suffering.
I will not be the bird who clips his wings.
Oh, I feel so cold right now,
like I’m throwing it all away,
but where you settle down is where you stay.
I see the sadness in your eyes.
It makes me wish that I was blind.
It makes me wish you’d let me die.
I’ve let myself languish here too long
and that makes it time for moving on.
Anything else is suicide.
I will feel my roots let go,
and there’s no greater hell I know
than every day to age and not to grow.
I’ve let you bear my weight too long
and you’ll be relieved the day I’m gone.
That means it’s time for moving on.
That means it’s time for moving on.
That means it’s time for moving on.
Tamar Berk pairs trenchant autobiographical lyrics with brittle guitars for songs that will win over fans of early Liz Phair. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2022
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