she smells like the way rain feels
when it spills across the windshield
driving back home in the middle of
that fight you had back with him and
now you're crying in the club because
nothing ever felt this good before so
you remember the way his lips taste
like honey brown sugar-coated with lies
and everything comes crashing back down
when the rain starts falling again and
then you're sitting on the sidewalk just
wondering when the pain will all go away