Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes, but nothing hurts more than small words turned lies.

The drenched fabric sticks to your skin, your tears lose its salt with the rainwater. A cocktail of perfect gloom.

Each drop with each lie, each lie with each ruin.

Excuse, excuse me, excuse you, excuse the thundering sky.

The patter and the pitter sway and lull my soul.

Excuse the sky, seduce me, and rechoose your lies.