I wish for the rain

i wish for the rain whenever you go
and i’m digging my grave after the show
only drifting away
under street lamps drowning out all of the stars
that might’ve been guiding my way back home

walk in the rain with nobody there
but a simple refrain, a chill in the air
and a moon hanging pale
casting shadows over the cobblestone street

at morning when the air is new, your presence lingers on
tears upon the pillow where you lay
my coffee’s getting colder while i wonder where you’ve gone
better off alone than be

a fool in the rain, hoping you’ll come by
but you won’t, i’ll remain with tears in my eyes
i’m a living cliché and you’re kissing her face
i’m alone

with a wish for the rain
when i cry, the rain knows why, she knows