I only needed it to rain and my only incentive was the storm,
Because it was founding my Red Sea and caused me to sink to the floor.
It doesn’t take pain and I don't need to be troubled,
But every morning is a pill full of hardship and struggle.
Company is dangerous because the corners never knew my ears,
Blood turns to grease and I've been burning for 18 years.

Traditional sounds much too conditional, and I told you to leave while you had the chance,
But you were kind and polite and opened the door at every glance.
I walked away with your heart on the ground,
Because I traded it for another that was clear of no way back.
I don't need it to rain, nor should the storms near suffice,
But I'll go ahead and pop the pills so I can live to see another sunrise.



Wednesday 29 May 2024