My notebook is starting to soak
but I can't stay inside because I'm going to choke.
I'm waiting on my front steps in the rain
In the eerie summer dark, pleading insane.
The pen is trying to resist it's dripping task
because it hates wet paper but does what I ask.

It's raining harder and the wind is running from something
I hide in an oversized sweatshirt that's haunting
It's pink and I've chewed the sleeves
I used to wear it to all the swim meets
Before all the races, it reminds of so many faces.
I'm soaked and soaked and soaked
I swear a twister is coming.

I'm out in the rain on these front steps
Because I'm a certified mess
Fortified with vitamins
To ensure you
That I'll allure you.

My poor notebook is soaked.
Why do I feel the need
To ruin things to suceed?

I'm out here waiting for the cleaner to sit in the car
I'm waiting because I've made such a mess so far.
I spilled my mocha latte all over the front seat
Which tasted like shit skeet
Anyway.

The black shilohutte of the tree
Compels to the left of me.
It used to have a pair
A partner, a friend, a companion of fair.
But we cut her down cause it got in our way
So now it stand alone, with nothing to say

It's really pouring now,
I should head inside.
But this pitter patter and frustrated wind,
Is exactly what the doctor prescribed.