I'm sitting on the sidewalk and it starts to rain I like the rain it's romantic
Flashback to a different sidewalk walk to my car arm in arm in the streetlights of the passing cars dancing through our eyes we kissed and the rain tracked teardrops down our cheeks because god knew we wouldn't do it ourselves
through the storm in our eyes lines blurred between object and malice problems rose up from the primordial goo of my personality evaporating into lust and distrust my insecurities manifest like rainclouds in her independent sky
I'm sitting on the sidewalk and it starts to rain I like the rain it's romantic numb phone plastered against my face
I told her she was ready to pull the trigger from date one Her stalwart no's were a pressure like her fingers, rifling through the hair on the back of my head
I'm sitting on a sidewalk the rain tracks teardrops down my cheeks. because god knew i wouldn't do it myself.