Sometimes It Rains
Sometimes,
I pull the darkness over me,
stick my hands right in and
cleanse myself with the hate.
I paint my face with the pain
and walk down these dirty streets
with my head low and let
the guilt just splash out of my boots.
There are times
when I get good and drunk and
my mind gets a little fuzzy,
I just stand here with the beer
running down my belly and
look at your picture on the wall.
Sometimes,
when it's real quiet and
there isn�t enough hate
or there isn�t enough beer
to hide all the pain,
I just sit here alone and watch the rain
