Dreamer

He woke up from the American Dream

But woke up without anything

Sweaty bed with the slight scent of trash

Never throwing out the old

Keeping the past

So they read him like a book

Then all his memories they easily took

Once or twice it's pillage in the mind

Identity theft happens

All of the time

Inside out, and returned to new

Now impossible to make an excuse

You aren't controlled by what used to be

But I'll save your memories for you

Jim, I'll be around when you want to talk

I'll be around.