I remember that night
The night it decided to rain
A thunderstorm you could say
We stood there in our own little paradox
An ice chest full of warmth
We latched on to each others ugliness
Because it was a friendly reminder
That even the ugly can love and be loved
Be so desperately desired
And able to desire so desperately
We needed to hear the answers
Our questions revealed to us
And now
The rain has stopped
California in a drought
We're somewhere in between
Love and abuse
A silver lining of what was
And what twill be
A melting pot of the past, the new and the used
They're tempting us to join their teams
The gray and the happy
I watch the work of my words define me
The words that fight till the end
And you, babe, my perfect punching bag
I've got one hand on your heart
And my wine all over the floor
You asked me to turn up the volume
to keep the white noise out
I told you that it was
"The silence of the vinyl that touches the soul"
I wish I didn't have to
But I told you so
And if I'm not already gone
Ive got one foot out of the door
it wasn't me
it never was
it was you
