....

It's hard to believe
how many times I've watched him
tear it all down and start over again.
He's afraid of success if he might have to share in the glory.

"Did you have a nice trip?"
she asked with a knowing look in her eye.
The answer falls the same way the question fails to convey what's really going on.

There's a girl with a drink in her hand
who screams "I'm wasting away"
but they all raise their glasses, "Salut"
and pretend not to see it.

He stripped his life of everything
in the name of freedom
Now he slips back into the same pair of comfortable shoes
and calls them new and claims to be happy.

She fears what happens next
after love and after death
she shakes and anticipates disappointment

There's an emptiness that comes with the rain.