i look out the window and i just feel the same,
all i can do now is hope for the rain.
i'll pray that floods will overtake this city,
to wash away every cathedral i believed to be pretty,
thrashing through my memories in the most uncouth way,
giving me a chance to finally drown in all the ill-spoken words i say,
and when the storm finally departs,
i would be nowhere in sight. rescue squads would not look for me,
knowing that whatever happened to me was right,
aware that i let the water enter my lungs without even putting up a fight.
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