Kind by Bayonne Lyrics

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