It Better Rain Tomorrow

I tried to write a verse about not giving up
But only got halfway through
Then went back into that daydream
Where I meet up with you
So what do you want to talk about?
I haven’t been up to much
Except for showering four times a day
For pretty much no reason

And listening to record after record of friends’ bands that have broken up and moved on
And wondering why I can’t seem to do the same
And yes, I still think about you
Just to make sure I feel sick
Just to make sure I can’t sleep at night
From the fires being set inside my head
And you can bet now that I’ve stopped hanging around
That I’m still stuck here broke and alone and trying to think of words that rhyme
Trying to make up for lost time

I’m sorry that before I tried to make my exit I thanked you
I didn’t want you to think you were to blame
For a while I was trying to do what I could to make the best of the situation
But it’s hard to take anything when there’s nothing left
So at first it seemed best drugging myself to death
Rather than risk the chance of making things any worse

What a fucking genius
What a fucking martyr
What a fucking hopeless case
Oh, what a shame this whole thing turned out to be

I took a walk around Stretford Meadows today
And thought about how much I miss the old one
Got back home and got inside in time for the worlds to collide
Shut my eyes, lay on my side
Focused on my breath
And then suddenly everything went quiet

I drifted off and had a dream you put your hand in mine
And we walked around Bruntsfield Links
Then suddenly everything was terrible
You told me to go fuck myself
I woke up feeling miserable
And now every time that I close my eyes
The sky looks nothing like the one I saw
It looks like something Beksiński forgot to draw
Something Beksiński forgot to draw