Lying on your back ceiling skies hold unwanted thoughts

Ones only careless lovers carry in their minds

Weight on your shoulders
Pressing down
Pull me under

Black weather can only hide it for so long

Before the clouds part
And sunlight stings your eyes

Burning red, drowned out tears, and subtle fears that something's changed

And for the first time in my life

It's not me,
It's you babe

Cradle your shameful soul