Sunday Afternoon - Lament

And so we are here again with the same stupid smile
The questions are unanswered but the trip is worth while
We heal from the scratches, the scrapes and the sores
But still we stumble
Reflections can be tricky; perspective does relay
How we see just what we are and the changes we've made
There's beauty in captions, lyric, and the arts
But still we stutter
Threw them all out, the roles that I've been
A Brilliant B-Actor in the same shallow skin
Did I miss the mark? the proof is in the bank
Or did it fumble
Because it's all here right in your face, the wear on your skin and the falling from grace
I could pinch a confession, with reddish pursed lips ... if only
I could just Lament

It'll cure over time, over and over still

Breathing in and out seems much harder these days
But the offer seems bankable and there's interest in the play
I'd audition again if you supplied the script and the offer
Chances like this seem more frequent to kiss
It was all so trivial and exciting like this
Like the time we spent drifting; counting the starts all because of her
The moment is gone if you wish it away
The touch of her face and the hair turning gray
Like the feeling of friction; and the coarseness of sand in the winter
Not the season we bring but the reason you know
That all that you felt is somehow growing old
The acting is worn, and sincerity torn ... if only
I could just Lament

It'll cure over time; over and over still

Written by:
Mickey Lyons

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