Don't Follow from Silent Reply by Kevin Dorff

I didn’t know that you smoked.
You joked you got yourself into cocaine.
It was a catchy refrain
I’d play again and again in my brain

But situations make plain
How far apart we had grown since eighth grade
When you’d remind me my body had not yet changed
And I was probably gay.

You could be meaner than snake shit,
And I’d relinquish the piss
Each time you’d come to reclaim it.
No need to get one’s undies in a twist.

Unball those fists
Don’t give me that face.
Don’t fuckin follow me.
You’re way too smart for that.

My daddy called you a dirtball,
And I had nothing to say.
Just stood there dead in the doorway,
My mouth most likely agape.

I couldn’t blame him for caring,
Scared for mistakes I might make,
Things I might say to authorities,
Things I might put in my veins
Like you did that day.

Don’t fuckin follow me
We’re not even friends.
Go back to your dad and tell him that
I’m doing just fine,
I’ve got my life,
And I’ll try to get by
Without his guidance.

• Rock
• folk punk
• indie rock
• narrative
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn