BY STEPHEN DUNCAN
‘MEDICINE’ EP, 2020

Was I asleep? I dreamed I woke
The knife went deep, the words she spoke

And back at the Hotel Paris I sang a fond farewell
I drank a dozen more and jumped into the wishing well

I burned the note she sent me, breathed in the swaggering air

With all good taste and breeding hidden in my style she didn’t care

So I put a bullet in a letter
Turned by back and sealed my fate
Lit a match and threw it on the fire
With a suicide smile

Am I a man of flesh and bone
Resigned in silent spite reborn?

So I put a bullet in a letter
Turned by back and sealed my fate
Lit a match and threw it on the fire
With a suicide smile