Muck Culture - Still-Sold-Only-the-Rain-2021-10-11

She has me by the gut
And I can't let this flower die
Her words cut like serrated knives
But I'm still sold
Despite the smoke that's in my eyes
You know we've lived a thousand lives
I knew your voice before you spoke
I've loved you longer than you know

And when I cry
She licks the tears
Out of my eyes
And I'm a pulp

Deep down I know I fill a void
Of someone else
Of what could've been
Of dreams on a shelf
I'm just a temporary joy
I know the ploy

But when I cry
She licks the tears
Out of my eyes
I'm beat to soy

She says look alive
Right now I'm driving in her car
And when she lays there I'm ajar
But no, not ever too far
It's just a scar

I'm crying
But nothing ever comes out
So now I'm driving
It's my escape from the drought

I tried my very best
To write out what was on my mind
But not a single letter made
The page
Complained about the world
Although I've never really tried
But what more should I have
To say

A something's missing
A something's plain
From my position
Not much more could change
So if I'm still sane
Then it must just be the rain

So now I'm biting
On every hand to reach out
And when I'm lying
I only lie to myself

I'm feeling something sinister
I wouldn't call it pain
But it's eating me alive
When it's got no more weight to gain
It's every time I step out of the house
To get away
That it grabs me by the ankles
Pulls me down the drain

A something's missing
A something's plain
From my position
Not much more could change
So may I refrain
That I guess it's only the rain

Written by:
Alison Hopper

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