I am the world that revolves around you,
With the bright light that shine upon my scars,
Sometimes I question if I fit these shoes,
For I can't be as good as the stars,

For the dream of being one just like them,
Devours any glee from my hollow journey,
In my mind there is only mayhem,
In my dreams there is a lull - a gurney,

I try to squint in an attempt to see,
Gold or yellow - still I cannot tell,
If you are all that I ought to be,
Am I the hammer that cracks this shell?

Shrouded by the eclipse that I manifest,
The audacity to stay among the rest.

An average man is all I see,
Standing in front of this puddle made by rain,
As more people walk by in glee,
Murky, my reflection it cannot maintain,

Then you stopped by and see,
"Why is this man staring at a puddle?",
Bravely I ask "are you staring at me?",
Silent, she sat beside me in my rubble,

Say and beautify those words,
Stay and make one of two worlds,
Bravely take me away forever,
Never look back until we get older,

Who are we to make love so pretty?
In all honesty, "why did it have to be me?"
Silent, she and I both agree,
The best is here, nowhere else we'd rather be.

Who are we to make love so pretty?
Her eyes glitter of a cherry sunshine story,
That was never perfect but we both agree,
The best is here, nowhere else we'd rather be.

When it rains I think about you,
Waiting on the sidewalk with a yellow umbrella,
With one hand stretched out in the open,
Creating tiny lakes with your cupped hand,

When it rains I think about you,
Looking outside from a bus singing A cappella,
Watching puddles form in a night so sudden,
So fitting of life after the day’s last stand,

When it rains there’s a puddle around my bed,
And a chill from where once there were shoes,
Under makeshift borrows where I poured my heart out,
To leave a lasting impression without opening my mouth,

When it rains…  oh darling, when it rains.