Bayonne - Kind

Kind

If there’s room to hide,
I could leave for the city
But when my mouth is dry,
that might not look so pretty.
 
Where is the light that you know?
Taking my time on your phone
Why would you lie to the one that feeds your kind?
Figure it out on your own.
 
This friend of mine took my name for a felling.
My Alibi - Don’t you reach for the ceiling
 
I couldn’t not be alone
Facing the grind on the road
I should arrive in a rusty state of mind
You’ll feel alive and I won’t.

Written by:
Roger Sellers

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