It rained in my head.

Keep to myself until it’s over, I can’t see it but i know it’s there.
And if you’d like the sight of failure for a change, well you can call me anytime.
Little boy, with all that weight upon your shoulders, you know you never stood a chance.
G.L. was a drive, and i’m outside,
and i’ve never felt further from home. It’s permanent, like ink on skin.
Return is a foreign word.