Sergeant Stripes

Wrinkled coats in summer months
Street lights flicker on
Raised forehead
Dried blood
Near her swollen cheeks

She asks for change and they turn away
They continue on
Beneath a misty fog
But do you hear that train rattling on?
Well,
It’s only life

Our day to day (say over :30 in song)

He swears I have the look of God
Smitten upon my face
Ingrained in my skin
Pouring from my mouth

I don’t know what to say

A retired marine,
Selling street spirit
Wearing Nike’s, green stripes on every side
It’s his wisdom I remember while
I’m spitting slang

He shows his wounds
As he rolls up his sleeves
You can see
His scar cost infinitely more
Than the alcohol resting on his tongue
It smells cheap
But who am I

And who are you anyways?

We’re all passing by
Watching his shoes fly
There’s this crazed look in his eye,
Staring into mine
And I see myself staring back
So I am him
We could all be him
In some other place and time,

(in voicebox, like in a megaphone- get from charles)
Alright, ill see ya when I see ya, it’s been a minute
So long Sergeant Stripes

Goodbye Sergeant Stripes

This is all I am in