Just about to leave
Ten seconds to the clock,
you could count them down and be so safe
but there's no fun in that,
I should know that the pouring is great
but it only rains here for a few seconds,
Then someone else is crying
and we're drinking when we won't
Alice is so pretty and she chases after the rabbit
but I can't hear her over the ashen
clock face.
It's raining but it just won't pour.
And someone else is crying
So you can snap back the dial and let
the door creak
and I'll pace like a shadow
But right now, someone else is crying
and I hope it's right
and I hope you like the rain
but I just want it to pour.
Author notes
Inspiration: The Sharpest Lives
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