The Rain

You sleep in the exit rows, when there is a problem you will be the first to know. But like violins, you still play pretend. Call me when you need me most, to say that I’m unreasonable But days like today, you feel like the rain. You sleep in the exit rows, when there is a problem you will be the first to know. But this violence, is just present tense. Call me when you need me over, call me when you need it done.