Rain.

Okay so this is some dashing rain . Sitting up top on my window pane, not much left in the weather vain and in reality, we're all the same.

Wait in line at the grocery store, with your hands in your pockets as you search for more, than your life has given, and your heart has won, thinking soon enough all the shit must surely be done.

But we wander in the light of the evening glow, wondering where the fuck in this life we were meant to go, but I suppose with the rain, we can surely know, that every high ain't as high as each crushing low.

We can hide in the shadows of the lies we tell, but we can't change them once they're said cause life's no wishing well, and each whisper on the street that you think is quiet? You'll soon realize that you've got to work hard to stay private.
Peace.