Rain never falls when you want it to.
When you need it to.
And the sidewalk never ends. Places you’ve never been
Staring back at you.
Bruises on your knees show the times you fell
Over someone else.
And the scars on your heart reflect the stories you tell
From your bar stool hell.
You’ve spent your whole life praying for things you’ll never see.
Things you really don’t need.
All you really want is a place to lay your head.
In a lovers bed.
She doesn’t feel the same. You find the letter by the door.
She can’t do it anymore.
So you let that girl go, if she comes back she’s yours.
You’ve heard the bullshit before.
As you pick yourself up your pride is dragging the floor
You’ve been here before.
And you’re sure “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it’s all okay.”
“It’s always okay.”
Can’t you tell you’re so much more
Than a failed fairytale?
You’ll never save her. She can’t even be reached
By the woman who raised her.
Your heart, you’ll find, is as deep as a well,
And perfection exists on a sliding scale.
There is always a reason. It is not her it’s you,
You’re finally through.
The skies open up and the rain falls down.
It’s a deafening sound.
It all washes away, life’s a temporary thing.