I miss you I say
As rain drops fall from my window sill...

It's to hot to sit
And to hot to move...

Characterized as something
less than what we deserve...

Fingers fall...
rationally...

And you ask
remember me...

I've been hit by purple rain-
standing here outside your window...

Found your sweater today-
held it up to my face...

You got your faults
but i could never see mine...

Do i care any more? I pray that i dont
that i may love another....like you...

It's said to be
f**ked up...