Poor Demeanour

I held your hand with the greatest joy
I hold your hand in the highest of regards
If we coulda spent the blackout together
I think we woulda seen the light

Your face is beauty's flag
Your name is the highest of the cards
Your laugh is like the Holy Land
How could it turn to sand?

I played the fool just to learn your smile
I acted a tyrant to see if even I could make you cry
I was sorting out the coulds and couldn'ts
I thought it sort of courting
But it was cowardice

They race blindly sideways calling it Progress
Posing as gods
But it's all just dancing digression
I pantomimed inside that cage
My first foot forward getting out was rage

Could've been love but I just couldn't
Couldn't get over that maybe I shouldn't
I pretty much moved on
But I'm still learning new lessons
I truly feel I've been enriched by your presence

I combed the streets of a thousand towns
As part of my penance for letting you down
I was wounded
Hence my poor demeanour
It takes years and years to get back feeling at home



Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Irving Mathews
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