between the lines

we soaked our hearts in the rain

from different worlds we come and go
i see you here and there
you're from the world where you get what you want
but for me it's just not that fair

you have everything anyone could ever want
right in front of you
and i'm here with what i need
to handle this life, to get through

but sometimes we walk past each other
and you look at me as i look at you
the bags under your eyes can't help but make me wonder
"are you as dead as i am too?"

because you smile and you laugh
and joke around
but sometimes you seem that you're so lost
and that all you want is to be found

i don't really know you
but what i do know
is it's 2:41 am
and you're on your phone

the rain is pouring
and so are my eyes
because this grappling fear of vulnerability
is my holy demise

i can't help but wonder
whether you're broken or awake
but i hope you're outside
just for your sake

because the thing about rain
is that the water can clean
your body, your conscience
and everything in between

and although we come from different worlds
i hope you always know
that the midnight rain washes over all
rich or poor, tall or small
and let's their true colors show