maybe last week i could have said i was drunk but who am i kidding? i wasn't
the dirt was stuck on my boots
and then the hail drilled over my head
half of this city's trees are now naked and wet
and what's this roaring sensation?
wind?
pain?
maybe i'm excited for the outcome?
well i told my mom about it, i said (and i wasn't lying)
i can't sit on the floor, is wet and cold
tried to run to the train station but it was muddy and i couldn't see far ahead
were where you to hold my hand?
oh wait, you never were.