Dust Me Off

R.Reynolds, ASCAP@2014


“You'll miss me,”

She said.

“I doubt it,”

I mumbled.

With the whiskey

Still fresh on my breath.

But I loved her to death

We keep trying

To kill each other in bed. 

She predicted: 

“You'll be dead

In 10 years ! “

“You old optimist,” I said.

Though I swapped out

My Fireball for beer.

And I tried

To clean up

My old act

But every time

I did

Old habits keep

Pulling me back. 


I ain't asking you

To hold on to my hand

To do such a thing

Make me less of a man

Don’t stop me from jumping

Down off this high wall

But when I do hit the ground hard – and I will

Dust me off when I fall. 



Now suppose, just suppose

I filled

All of your dreams

And I pushed to the side

All my childish things.

I put down the drink

And my wandering schemes

Would you love this new man

Who’s obviously not me?

Oh, big changes bring fear

Would I love you back too?

Would I like the new you

Cause you would change too

I'd try to be good

Make the best of it

But what I end up doing

Is completely the opposite.