Kind - Bayonne

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