Living in plaid patterns
I am used to this way...

When it rains it pours
and when it pours i watch it fall...

She lays the bible on her chest, to give reason...

I don't like addictions
But I've got something empty to fill...

Stormy acceptance
As tepid rain falls...

I've got a desire to kill
Unwanted, impure...

Clouds over head
I think its you again...

I'm just longing for the turn around.
That meaningless mix of words he promised me...

I ran into a field of haze
A crop I’m told is rare...

There is a place
Where chameleons go...

They want to fill desires with regret
So let them fill their glasses to the rim...

So here is what I'm left with
stuck on the bathroom floor...