Unveiled from her weaved basket
Cookies, candy and ice cream cake
Sandwiches, chips and lemonade
All this so my opinion of this failing relationship can be swayed
So far her attempts of saving this affair have all been a bust
But this time it will be a win
It's must
But before this starts off good
There's a gust of wind ripping the sheet from her hands
Dragging it off in the distance
And kicking up stinging dust
Tainting the food
And before it settles the sun is eclipse by darkened clouds
There's a drip on my hand
Her last attempt to save us
Failed again
As it starts to rain