Unreliable witness

I don’t really know who I am until I tell you
If you say it back, I probably won’t believe

Words like that never left the mouth of this revisionist historian
An unreliable witness with unreliable ends

I don’t really know the guy, see?
We aren’t close. I never said we were friends.

If you can, next time, maybe type these things down
As they fall like wine from the lips of a broken drunk

Then read them back to me when I wake with the screaming horrors
Read them to me till I find sleep again in the familiar corners of my eyes


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