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 in

Ordinary f**ked 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 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

Voice will only dignify their

But his sorrow is signified

Well aware of his pride