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I am consumed by delusions of grandeur |
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I'm fallen prey to the beautiful girl |
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I have seen romance in the obvious quarters |
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And I have painted myself into that world |
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I have constructed my own personal Babel |
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But many passages remain out of print |
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Leaving me in an unresolved sentence |
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Without an idea of where it went |
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I have developed an unnatural candour |
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In contradiction to all I hold dear |
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I think of myself as tall and silent |
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This little voice is all that I hear |
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Now the night's drawing in |
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I'm your unworthy friend |
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At the untimely end of a lifetime |
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Thinking I might hold on to my first marriage |
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I learned the language of the self obsessed |
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It was only later at the post-grad parties |
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That it rewarded me with great success |
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No longer waiting for my prayers to be answered |
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No longer waiting for my publisher's call |
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No longer charming in my reminiscence |
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Only immersed in a faint afterglow |
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Now the night's drawing in |
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I'm your unworthy friend |
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At the ungodly end of a lifetime |
