I want your raindrops
on my forehead
and your trees
down my arms too.

Burn it to the end,
finish the round:
pool keeping
the nights going
the sets of Thursdays
were the same
now we're talking
they were angry
and pissed
and they were the same
as were Saturdays
we would drive
as fast as we could
stand to
at night
and we'd
lay in the street
trying to make
out the stars
trying not to
let it show
slow enough
like sick days as a kid
yet nobody is scared
enough to want more.