There's a feeling you get
after a four day rain
when the blacket of clouds is removed
and the heat of the sun
dries the skin of the damp earth
There's a feeling you get
after going days
without hearing a kind word
or someone telling you
to keep that chin up
and it hits you, boy
that hug off a friend
it's the drying of your soul
it's the sunlight for your spirit
breaching the cloudcover
of your brainstorm
I think it's going to rain
Later it will snow
If i could make out what you're saying
I would probably run away
but not too far
just far enough to where I could quit trying to make out what you're saying
From a better distance I could see that you're still standing
The details would be unfocused enough
I wouldn't even see your mouth moving
Came in late
Took a chair in the rear
My classmates are unaware
How long i've really been there
My peers have been held back for years
Holding back the tears
Everybody know our names
Like we were the cast from cheers
Here's to the good times
Tonight is mighty special
It's high time i launched this vessel
change.
11:35 pm I'm sitting here swimming
maybe i'm meant to be with men, because i'm horrible with women
inside and out upside down i've got all the charm to turn a smile into a frown
honest i don't know what i do, don't know myself to be true
everything i do, a form of abuse, every word i spit leaves a bruise
with a finger plugging that hole on my sinking rubby ducky,
looking for a girl who makes me feel lucky
