Just giving away the rainy streets
by walking through the sun
how will you ever learn to mend
if you never get to burn?

Yeas, I've gotten off the footed path of what used to be a dream
what's the use of wondering
whatever else will be?

Some people show you the cushions
they've wrapped themselves all up in
and others scrape off every layer of skin
and ask you for your hands.
I forget what it's like to be alone
and sometimes hide to heal myself
and then the pillows fall
as does the wall
and again i find my friend.