run, baby, run

the only good thing about the rain is the way it makes the colors run
every illuminated hue spilling outside their lines
painting stripes on the street, the sidewalk
colors sticking to droplets, sliding down
weaving
cloaking the city in technicolor

i felt sad tonight
with some help from the ataris
and the rain

and when this hourglass
has filtered out
its final grain of sand
i raise my glass to the memories we had

these relics of remembrance
are just like shipwrecks
only they're gone faster
than the smell after it rains
- so long, astoria/the ataris

do you see it running?
like the colors in the rain..

for the majority of today,
i thought it was thursday
and when my disillusionment shattered
i felt like i lost a day
a day i didn't even have to begin with

how did i get so good at losing things that were never mine
i got attached, and you let me
at least you didn't stop me
no, you definitely let me
and now i see i couldn't have been more wrong
i'll keep making excuses, but i'm almost out
and so is time
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty

or maybe just me
do you even realize?