My Drunken Brain Can't Think of a Good Title

Alone tonight
The raindrops outside
Attempt to accompany me by splattering
Down my window pane
Silly raindrops
You cant come inside
You'll get me all wet
As you can see my face is already moistened
From my own raindrops
Can't you see I made them myself?
I hate rejecting raindrops
Because they're one of the most beautiful sounds on the planet
Aside from you laughter
And the sound of your exhales
While you're in REM sleep
I used to like to watch your eyes from underneath your lids
I'd watch them dance back and forth
Creating a rhythm of your dreams
I used to listen to the raindrops from your third story window
I watched over the Braga and watched
The sirens in the rain
F**k
I could see everything
I could tell the f*****g future from your third story window
I still remain confident
The screen that kept us in were the gates to heaven
Keeping us from jumping and flying away
Just a small netted screen thinner than a paper
Held us from taking the leap of faith into the other heavens above
And now your window is burning like my cigarette
And I fear for the day I won't remember it
My second story window only shows
The needles in my street
The neighbors fighting
"F**k you, f**k you"
And the raindrops
Pathetically trying to break through my gates to hell
To be my momentary happiness