Standing in the Rain

Whiskey bottles and broken dreams. Daily reminders of all my shame. I didn't care

as a younger man. Before things got so out of

hand. Now, I'm an island. How can this be?

I'm just waiting to become a memory. Faded echoes down your hall.

I doubt you will remember me at all. I remember the way it

felt when I thought you were everything. I remember the day you

left me. Standing in the rain. In the morning,

we'll feel everything that we're mourning. All that rage that we're hoarding. All that pain.