i hear the pitter patter of the rain over head
and it's filling up the silence left by words unsaid
and i never wanna get dry
cause even bruised legs are beautiful underwater
and the wrinkles make my skin too soft to leave a bad impression

i will not be afraid of the thunder
i know that if i listen hard enough it will drown out the
sound of your exit
which was not at all eloquent
and we made a mess of it,
didn't we?

i wrote your promises on the bottom of my shoes
in the hopes that they would be imprinted on my sole.


if God took the time to carve the stars out in your eyes
and sew the spaces in my heart
I should've learned that greed isn't love,
but i couldn't get enough.
i know that no one wants a lifetime before
they've had the time to live
i'd climb back up to heaven if your stars were mine to give

and i've never been much for throwing anything away
but if you see a shooting star you'll know it was me;
and my apology
from a hundred miles away.

the truth is, i'm accountable for half of the tears
that make up the ocean of anyone's heart break.

i'm wishing i could call you to my sleep
i'm wishing i could get used to sleeping

but i can't stop thinking how if God gave me a basket
of all the eyes he's ever made
i would have yours in my pocket in a second.
because they would be better off there than in my heart;
and i wouldn't be so jealous of whoever gets to call them hers

summer monsoons and spring showers
aren't the same as this kind of downpour
i will weather this storm in the name of
lessons learned

when bridges burn,
even the angels hold their breath