Rain on me
Oh rain on me
I have no shower
So wash my hair
Make flowers spring from my scalp
To cover up the smell
Of unwashed skin
Rain on me
Oh rain on me
I have no tissues
So hide my tears
Make my skin your river bed
And let my sorrow wash away
Rain on my
Oh rain on me
I have no wrappings
So clean my wounds
Make red fade to blue
And lead my pain down the drain
I wish you would just punch me
It would wake me from this spell
The one that makes me think
That maybe there’s a chance
That you and me can be something
My family made of scraps
Garbage and hot glue
Lost and tired trash
Came together to make new
To others we are strange
A jumbled sort of mess
I met you in the Spring
Under aging oak
The world seemed to stop
Whenever you spoke
I met you in the Spring
Over shaded flowers
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