• It rains, it pours
    And I'm not to sure.
    If I should really be here
    When I want to be there.

    But when it all dries up,
    We'll go to a cloudy curb
    And get drunk.
    Cuz we all flunked.

    And when the skies open again
    It bleeds from the heavens.
    And I hear her screams and shouts
    From the dark grey clouds.

    Lifting up our mysery
    Just take my pain away from me.
    But it's not that kind,
    So I'll chug more whine.

    Or any booze of the sort,
    Yeah...uh...sure...it's my last resort.
    Or maby the first.
    Jump into that hurst.

    Before it drives away.
    Come back to stay.
    Haha your not dead!
    Don't it give head?

    So here's a gun
    To end this awful upcoming pun -
    Please shoot me
    To end my mysery.

    Bang!
    Thanks for the claim.
    I'll make sure
    To put in a good word.

    But I don't think I'm going that way.
    Oh wait
    Too late..