I sit on my bed
Staring out the window,
Chewing on a candy,
Watching the rain fall,
And the thunder crashing.
I sit at my desk,
Opening my window,
Smoking a joint,
Letting the smoke fill my room
While the thunder’s crashing.
I sit on the floor
Throwing things at the window,
Laying on a razor,
Watching the lightning flashing
Hearing the thunder crashing.
I float on a cloud,
Laughing at these pitiful souls,
Who gaze out of their windows
Their hearts pierced with holes,
Depressed, deprived,
I scoff at them all,
I make the thunder crash,
I let the rain fall,
No one can see me,
I sit here and laugh,
The world can go to hell,
For here, the thunder can crash.
