The rain is falling at a negative slope. drenching me until refuge is sought by jumping on a number nine bus that takes me across town to copley sqaure. it takes me to you, the rain washes away the lies of our lust. he said she said its funny how it all works out, dont ya think? i keep hoping someday its gonna be different but it never is. you sayyou like me, well i like me too. i dont know if i will learn... i never did