Chasing the Rain

Here I go again

chasing the rain

despite everything I always say

I’m not sorry

living today

like I do, mistakes and more to gain

 

Electricity fills the air

risk is a state of being

holding a bag of keys, asleep under a tree

 

And if I could go back

starting from day one

I’d make every wrong turn

Just to see how I make it out alive

And as the clouds turn black

silver line lightning

weathered, worn, and burned

More alive because I chose not to die

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