I spoke with a beautiful man today
a stray heart nestled its way
amongst the pokes, the jokes
the chokes
of just another heart
and its common ways
my ways
I let him in again
I love more then the rain
I have said patience is a virtue
now more then ever I know I am true
when the rain brings my lonely salvation
I know I'm at my last creation
oh god when is my bedtime
I need a simple story
a boy who lacks all of the manic
dead time
needs to bring the blanket for me