...And The Rise

It was a curtsy to the king
It was a duck to dodge the bullet
And no matter how you put it,
This is now.
That was then.
And now I've gotten up again.

I took a few steps back
To patch up any holes and cracks,
Cramming them with numbers and facts
And now as sandy sleep draws near
I pray this knowledge won't leak out my ears.

You had enough
And you made it known
By the bags your eyes reluctantly owned
So I took your things
And you dropped the rest
And wouldn't let it get the best
Of you...
How I love the things you do!
We love the same people,
We love the same songs,
And I still get your smile with my ugly face on...