The rain finally hit the glass,
and I swore to God I wouldn't be the one to come in last.
I'm the only one who will have my back,
but I'm okay with that.

I'm less ignorant than you think,
and don't hesitate to think I'd be gone in a blink
if I were to ever catch onto this.

I ponder things you don't,
I closely examine the words you spoke
and replay them in my head,
then hit myself in the face for being misled.