WhiteBoard PipeDreams - Sheet Rain

I wake up
From a dream I had
In the chamber of death
I call my head
My sweat is cold
My feet are numb
My brain it aches
And I’m going down
I say no to cigarettes
But I’d light one if I could
To feel it in my hand
Burn right down to a nub
And I’d keep it in a jar
To prove that I was cool
To make me feel apart of something new
I don’t feel like that
I don’t feel that way
I don’t feel at all like you say I do
You are still my friend
But I don’t hear you now
I’m going my own way
Love with it without
Sheet rain fall on me
Cleanse my soul
Cleanse me of me
Sheet rain fall on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
Out on the asphalt garden
It runs to the woods
Where it will be pardoned
But I’m still here in my bed
Wondering what I’ll do when I’m dead
Sheet rain falling overhead
Thunderclaps and I’m
I don’t feel like that
I don’t feel that way
I don’t feel at all like you say I do
You are still my friend
But I don’t hear you now
I’m going my own way
Love with it without
Sheet rain fall on me
Cleanse my soul
Cleanse me of me
Sheet rain fall on me
Who the hell am I supposed to be
Sheet rain
Sheet rain fall on me

Written by:
Spencer Dovi

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