do you pray for rain
the way that i pray for you
i'd come sailing in
swoop you up in my arms
i am a small brick house
you must be a tornado
that passed me by
to stand all by myself
you were alone in my dream
screaming obscenities
bruising my open arms
why are you so cruel
would you be my rope
so i can escape from your bed
lead me down gently
with your brittle hands
when i run low on pills
could i partake in you
everything i will see
mirror through your eyes
when i was younger
i was just like them
we painted what we saw
but i painted death
when i saw your face
there was nothing to see
you spoke your first word
something i can not recall
i got to know you
what a lovely surprise
i got to know you
with my own five eyes
the shape of my hands
were made just for you
i think it'd be a perfect match
so simple harmony
when the fuel is low
we can sleep in the car
i'd stay awake watching you
visible like your breath
sometimes i get depressed
because of my ugly face
but your heart is warm
you make me smile again
as i sit in my room
the colours will melt away
but i am thinking of you
falling fast in your dress
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