You were born with a choice at least,
so i'm not dropping any sympathy...
and in my head, i'm on my porch
buildings accross the street from me
living lives too complete for me
faces far too sweet for me
hey, these are the rains you've read about
(and it's all coming down.)
and i can't discredit beggars
'cause I for one have begged
o.e. dear world, please leave me alone
dear world, please find me a home
and i'm not asking for a lot
Fuck, i'm only wanting to slip through the pavement, christ
these are the rains you've read about.