pfft

blank page?

i'm sitting in the windowsill
and i, i get inspired by
every single gust of wind,
and every single speck of dirt
blown into my eyes:
to jump.

and when the rain comes
i wont know what to do,
i'll see your face in every raindrop, babe
and i, i'll want to follow you
down... down into the dirty ground.

it's dark and i am warm
with ashes floating up into the air
and when they land onto my shoulder,
i can smell the scent of your hair.
and i, i flick them off
and i, i do not jump;

cause babe i'm comin back inside,
i know you'll be here soon.