Here come the formidable rains,
An air of sombreness it decrees.
With it, bringing--
Tears of the forgotten dead.
Cleansing the earth of our influence.

I'm a scapegoat, sacrificed
for all the slang and slander;
the sinister sinners scar me, sickeningly.

I'm bathing in this sombreness;
my appetite is spoiled by the solemn wind.
The future is sullied by those savages;
now my outlook is sullen.

I'm squirming, succumbing
to the suffocation.
My body and heart separate,
and tomorrow you can plan my sepulture.

The first time I saw you, you we were 18 years old and you were in jean shorts
You said I had cool hair and we agreed to start a band.
I thought you were so hyper and that we could never have a sustaining friendship.
But life's funny like that

You told me of your dad
Your hyperness; My sombreness
Our delicateness; Our humaness
We are girls too big for this world

And the thing is:
we didn't start a band
but as we go through life we'll always have each other's hands
Because we're scared as hell
And you might have forgotten all the things you used to love
But I'll be there to remind you as we're growing up

I get a certain mindset when I put words to a screen
Formality and sombreness there really is no need
I worry over structure, I try to seem profound
But all the really matters is how it's going to sound

So now instead I'll jot it down the way the words appear
The way I do when out with friends and only they will hear.
I'll overcome the serious, just try to make it rhyme
Even if that mean I have to fudge the final line.