Sound of The Rain

In every photograph from my past I look uncomfortably at ease Like the steady hands Of a circus man Dancing on the trapeze I was sprawled out on the couch in my standard Sunday stupor With a camera phone Covered in rhinestones she took a photo that amused her Sayin’ I got you and I got you You only wake up to the sound of the rain puddle in a pothole, the squeaks on a brake Your only wish was to go away once the sun starts shining again And when you find that applause from within Not in noise of the places you’ve been not in the words you try to defend you start to laugh at all of your plans To be is all that I am She’s got a secret she’s been holding Inside those journals that she keeps A loose connection past reflection the binding tearing at the seems And I wonder if she’ll tell me The thing she won’t tell herself How she feels alone When she goes home pronounce her name with an extra L Yeah, I know you now Yeah I got you There’s a man who’s lives down the street who comes askin’ to mow my lawn He’s got a kid at home in diapers And he’s got nothin’ left to pawn So every other Saturday this year He comes a knocking at my door looking for leaves to rake or snow to shovel, something I can pay him for and I wish I had the cash to pay him Cause I doubt that he’s taking a card And I’m too lazy to go to the ATM I’d have to brush the snow off my car I wish that I could care about anything as much as he does for his kid Maybe then I could love you more Learn to take less than I give