Stand under the black black rain
I'm going to shake my fist towards the sky
When I know I'm to blame
Put the car in neutral
To match a similar life
Where blades of grass see their maker
And we stare at wrists in hopes that time
Will make it all better
Will make this sweater
Transparent
So I can finally see three hands telling me
That it will be okay
As long as the crops get watered
