he convinced me of a lot of things that i came to believe
con.
vince.
his name's better than his face.
more sincere than his petty apologizes
and broken explanations
and i believed him
i believed in him
and true enough the sun stopped shining the morning he left
but i always preferred the rain, anyways
and in the dark cold night i can still see his carcass
laying in bed next to mine
