After You My Friend by Dustbox
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 need 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 he 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
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