Dark clouds roll on the horizon
His lies are written in ink on her skin and she’s swimming in a river
The sky is an endless expanse of gloom
His presence is gum stuck in her hair and she’s covering her whole head in peanut butter
It’s a challenge with you, trying to keep my head up in your downpour
His touch is a ***** t-shirt she’s been wearing and she’s finally taking it off
You flicker my lights so as to say “look at me” and I do
Memories of him are a watercolor painting that she left out in the rain Until the colors have all blended together and washed away
I hear you, storm. I see you. I’m not afraid of you.
He was the rain and she was finally learning how to dance in it