What was I prowling the streets for?
looking for that glad affair
god knows I was scared
maybe I sought light
maybe on my own terms in the night
but who was I then?
a full moon cowboy?
when one breaks free one releases into the ether
the other the brother the doppelgänger
the giddy homunculus in my brain
never really that well trained
thinly stretched human skin deprived of touch
hungry soul deprived of lunch
but who was I then?
I was a teenage werewolf
with my cohorts and concoctions
lazy eyelids and quivering lips
a broken smile and manufactured swagger
looking for a seat on the train with captain trips
forgetting friends and finding fiends
fighting demons with misdeeds
sinning and winning with drunken guts and greed
but who was I then?
I was a teenage werewolf
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