"i would pray for rain
if i thought it would help"
but that is my problem
i don't know what will
and i am in a room
full of faces i don't know
even though it seems like
i've been here since so long ago
and when it comes to a melody
i don't have one
maybe that would help
or maybe it can't be done
i think that i write too much
just a bunch of shit
none of it is good
but it's how i deal with it
my life in general
as the time passes by
nothing gets done
and i discover a new meaning
in the words that i find
to be so familiar
is not a bad thing
it's where i feel safe when i'm with a stranger
i'm tired of eating out
but i don't have a home
where i can eat
because people never return after they go
like a ghost town
with no one haunting me
not anymore
but i still dream of that city
where i can be happy
and it might rain every day
even though it wouldn't help
atleast i wouldn't have to pray
because it would just be
an awkward conversation with god
where i wouldn't know what to say
except confess that i'm a fraud
if i thought it would help"
but that is my problem
i don't know what will
and i am in a room
full of faces i don't know
even though it seems like
i've been here since so long ago
and when it comes to a melody
i don't have one
maybe that would help
or maybe it can't be done
i think that i write too much
just a bunch of shit
none of it is good
but it's how i deal with it
my life in general
as the time passes by
nothing gets done
and i discover a new meaning
in the words that i find
to be so familiar
is not a bad thing
it's where i feel safe when i'm with a stranger
i'm tired of eating out
but i don't have a home
where i can eat
because people never return after they go
like a ghost town
with no one haunting me
not anymore
but i still dream of that city
where i can be happy
and it might rain every day
even though it wouldn't help
atleast i wouldn't have to pray
because it would just be
an awkward conversation with god
where i wouldn't know what to say
except confess that i'm a fraud