Andreja and I don't talk
We just sit there and watch the movies
Sometimes leaning against a board
Or leafing through the news
And if we ever spoke a word
I'm afraid of what would happen

As the rain is making her think
This probably wasn't a good idea
Andreja and I don't talk
She just whispers with her hands
Saying, “life has become a mess”
And suggesting we both get sick
Phonetics fuck us up
And writing never seemed sincere

As the rain is making her think
That every problem comes back