need you like the summer rain
the blood in my veins
I'll sift my tears from the soil
reap bounty from toil
you & me in every dream
audible anguish in our every scream
press my fingers to the glass
I'll clutch yours when we get the cash
there are reasons we don't sleep
like men who push too deep
& drugs to numb
& obsessions with ***
or needing the drink
just needing anything to stop the think
really, we're not crazy
our realities a little lazy
at keeping us up to date
clarity always comes too late