you wont find cigarettes in the rain

"watching myself become emotionally distanced"

my roof is tin, so im always

well aware of the storm

and if i listen

ill hear it all there

the thunder, the crack

pitter, patter

patter, pitter

i picked up smoking

once again, cigarettes

smell of an old friend

i assure you, 

ill take my six steps back

pitter, patter, pitter

pitter, patter, pitter

my porch is a concrete pad,

and ill stand out there to smoke

where the rain touches my hand

putting out my torch.

id rather hide in the rain

pitter, patter

patter, pitter

in spring, these storms are common

and once again, ive already fallen

im sorry darling, i wont wait it out

im going to stand in the rain

then i will be gone

pitter, patter, pitter

patter, pitter, patter