I'm Sure You Could Tell

By Erik Matthew Hendel

I'm convinced that everyone knows a person like this — someone who makes bad choices out of stubbornness, never wavering from their character, no matter how much of a disadvantage it puts them in. We don't always recognize it because we're just thankful it isn't us. But, if you take a step back and look ...

I'm sure you could tell
When I'm looking out the window and gazing to the sky
I see my angel fell
And for the sons of fallen angels the same rules apply
A better man rejoices
A fool's rejected choices
And I'm not even a fool
But I'm sure you could tell

I'm sure you could tell
I'm laying the foundations of elaborate prison walls
But the bars around my cell
Are passed unto my children in the guise of open halls
A better man embraces
When fools leave only traces
And I'm not even a fool
But I'm sure you could tell

I'm sure you could tell
I won't abandon my position's archetypal view
But I've dipped into the well
And bent the rules to suit myself and told them I was due
A better man would break it
A fool would sit and take it
And I'm not even a fool
But I'm sure you could tell

Wounded, injured, bruised and sore
Always one eye on the door
Curse the system, beg for more
Pick yourself up off the floor

I'm sure you could tell
I'm living with the consequences these situations bring
I guess it's just as well
I'll never write the sentences you need to hear me sing
A better man would end it
A fool would defend it
And I'm not even a fool
But I'm sure you could tell
I'm not even a fool
But I'm sure you could tell