the sky needs to stop bawling
the weather outside does not help
whatever's happening up in heaven
should have solved itself by now
the storms are lovely, but i am tired
of being alone in a house for four
and here in a bed for two
and the one left behind is always me
the walls are crumbling now
they have been worn down for centuries
rain soaks the earth beneath me
this on my face is rain, not tears, i swear
standing alone in an open field
i am one with the universe
so when the lightning strikes
take me with you
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
the sky needs to stop bawling
the weather outside does not help
whatever's happening up in heaven
should have solved itself by now
the storms are lovely, but i am tired
of being alone in a house for four
and here in a bed for two
and the one left behind is always me
the walls are crumbling now
they have been worn down for centuries
rain soaks the earth beneath me
this on my face is rain, not tears, i swear
standing alone in an open field
i am one with the universe
so when the lightning strikes
take me with you
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