It was the hands
And their constant shaking
The 2 a.ms of falling apart
The thunder hidden
In my throat
That probably let her know..
And so she asked me
if it was only the rain
Or if she could hear
My soul ******* hitting the concrete
So I told her
I had only just been jumping rope
It wasn't my fear
Knocking on the door
So do not worry
But if she ever asks..
Tell her I'm okay