The Freelance Mentalists.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
The rain is too hard. The rain is too soft. The rain is too cold. The rain is too darn hot. The rain is too close. The rain is too country. The rain is ridin' the rails. The rain is pushing the envelope. The rain is signed sealed delivered to your door.The rain's candy, and it's got blue eyes, and I can't stand it no more. Not since I saw you walkin' in it. Oh. I can stand a little. A little more. It seems. I wish I couldn't stand that. I'll just stand here and wear away. And ware away (I'm a ho like you). And 'ware away (a three-alarmist you knew that). Cos it's raining in my heart. So steady it's a prop. So steady I just wish it would rain. And wash my rain away. I know we need it.
¶ 4/03/2005 1 comments
