Some Other Guy

You build your wings, try to fly...

Some Other Guy

You sing you hobo song
about a life gone wrong,
like your soul’s an alibi,
like that was the other guy.

Your words are your scars
which you sing at all the bars,
A new perspective in your eye,
like that was the other guy.

Wherever you try to go,
he will hunt you down.
You can put on fresh makeup
but you’re the same clown.

Every stage,…