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
 Indiscrete, in his retreat
 All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride
 He held in her name
 Embrace the solitude of 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 emotion
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 Here he is awaiting sentence
 A fool to think that anyone can escape 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 their fears
 But sorrow is signified
 He's well aware of his pride