Rotation by medwardsmusic

Fire wakes me lickin’ my arm
casting monsters behind my restin’ form
hiding out past the docks in the trees
prayin my scent isn’t carried in the breeze

Made it to the city, made a name for myself
call me Isaac Andrew Hamilton, or
call me John Alexander Smith, or
call me anything that you wish

I’ve got an alibi
Just gotta tell some lies

‘s long as I can forget what I know
I’ve no idea how far knowing goes
Through the trails, down the river, to the sea
I’d give anything to stop being me – even me.

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