eyelash cuts me warm
when i don't feel alright
i take a step back
trying to fix my blurred sight
i wear my love on my sleeve
it only wears me down
never putting me to ease
my hand reaches the door frame
and the wind hits my face
all i have left is the substance
of regret that i cannot trace
cradling my heavy head in my hands
looking up in my tumult condition
all i'm left with is my unfocused vision
my hands are out
but the rain refuses to fall into them
every drop of pure stability
falls to the ground
asphalt drinks up every ounce of raindrop
as if it's been thirsty for so long
maybe it needs it more than my dry hands
maybe i've become so empty
that i would never be able to soak up the rain
can i be so bold
and ask for something?
see
my sleeves are heavy
my hands dry
my head aching
my feet have tried
take my weak body
and hold it tight
and just for a second
let me close my eyes
so just for a second
i won't see that sight
