After You My Friend

<br>He wants to be the one who doesn`t have to sink a level<br>Indiscrete, in his retreat<br>All he needs is just a taste of the bitter pride<br>He held in her name<br>Embrace the solitude of ordinary fucked up state of grace<br>Far away from the days he bared the cross she used to wear<br>In some resolve well aware<br>A little pitiful, a pin up boy they dress in grieving wear<br>Well at ease in consent in the drift of undertow<br>He won`t justify the pity from them<br>When he knows....fools in love are arrogant<br>Their sermons cloud his breathing air<br>He`s in love with an isolation from emotion<br>Here he is awaiting sentence<br>A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish<br>A subtlety that can`t be learned<br>A subtlety that can`t be taught<br>He is caught in the lure of second thoughts<br>He might still care<br>As he settles down well aware<br>Bound in secrecy. His voice will only dignify their fears<br>But sorrow is signified<br>He`s well aware of his pride