Something about the rain
That soaks away my innate senses
Must be the sound atop my cepha
That tasteless inundating effect
Maybe it's the smell of dust being awakened
Burying my judgement

Intoxicated
Two indifferent souls and a bottle
Of sad wine
Locked up within my mind's
A closet space I visit every now
and again with you
So much for the pain we both
Cause each other, no gain

Do you see me at all
Cos I've stopped seeing the possibilities
Of you
And I
Does it hurt that I'm not there
Cos you ain't here and I'm just fine

I think we will be ok
Nothing does it better than a long day
In the showers
In the rain
of the rain
Blinded by the droplets from above
I can see it so clear, it's below me

There's something in the rain
That cleanses my mind's trash
Resetting my thoughts little by little
In droplets of ecstasy
It's probably because it comes from above
And we both didn't
So we hurt each other, relentlessly