its been raining here for weeks

i don't know where i've been

out holding onto kites in the electric storm

but before the rain

hits my window pane

you'll be born again

but it's all the same


i'm not better until this gets settled

at the end of my rope

and i'm starting to choke

i'm not complaining but it won't stop raining

and these midnight fistfights

are getting old


the words, they slip into my ear

the meter and the cadence

a spoken baptism, i wonder how much i can take

sea of lies

up to my eyes

and i might drown

but i won't hold you down


i'm not better until this gets settled

at the end of my rope

and i'm starting to choke

i'm not complaining but it won't stop raining

and these midnight fistfights

are getting old


all hands on deck

we can't stop the shipwreck

but we won't leave her fading

like a failing mistress

sea of distress

x-marked SOS

but we'll fight through this

we'll live through this...


i'm not better until this gets settled

at the end of my rope

and i'm starting to choke

i'm not complaining but it won't stop raining

and these midnight fistfights

are getting old