Rain falls so often where I stay to live,
So I walk outside and talk to the sky,
Contriving my words so that I might be lying,
To myself and the dark grey sky beyond.

Sometimes I forget that towns like mine bring creatures into our hears,
Rainfall in Hometown,
Bringing about ghouls I could never face,
And the homes that turn into beasts to roam every single night.

Then I lay down on the wet grass and pick at the greens,
In worry, in thought, so distraught, that I'm in this disarray,
Distraught, that I taught the thoughts to flock to death and distress,
My hands are cold and wet with raindrops that I like to call teardrops,
I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond,

Sometimes I forget that towns like mine bring creatures into our hears,
Rainfall in Hometown,
Bringing about ghouls I could never face,
And the homes that turn into beasts that roam every single night.


Drops falling into my eyes so that I can see a little clearer the next day,
The only problem is that colors shift and warp through my view,
Capturing my pupil's time,
Grasping onto the grass as I start sinking into the rainbow raindrops,
Contrasting colors faded my killjoy, rebel heart.

Terrifying, melding, my world's colliding,
I'm a long lost son, waiting for the pale sky to part it's clouds,
So that maybe I can find the answer or the meaning to my life,
Opening my chest,
I talk to myself and the dark grey sky beyond.