After You My Friend

Here he is, he saves a grin

He wants to be the one

Who doesn't have to sink a level

Indiscreet in his retreat

All he needs is just a taste

Of the bitter pride he held in her name

Embrace the solitude

In ordinary fucked up state of grace

Far away from the days

He bared the cross she used to wear

In some resolve, well aware

A little pitiful, a pin-up boy

They dress in grieving wear

Well at ease in consent

In the drift of undertow

He won't justify the pity from them

When he knows fools in love are arrogant

Their sermons cloud his breathing air

He's in love with an isolation from emotions

Here he is, awaiting sentence

A fool to think anyone can

Escape the guilt and anguish

A subtlety that can't be learned

A subtlety that can't be taught

He is caught in the lure of second thoughts

He might still care

As he settles down, well aware

Bound in secrecy

His voice will only dignify them

But his sorrow is dignified

Well aware of his pride