"LAZY RAIN"
SMOG (BILL CALLAHAN)
It's snaining outsideOr is it just lazy rainIt's six AM and I'm walking homeWhile the city twitchesIn a sleep of dog dreams
Me and a friend of mineWe just cheated deathNow I'm walking homeFor death's rain check
I open the door quietlySo as not to wakeThe blue-eyed wedding cakeBut she's watching me with one eyeThe sleepy little spy
She helps me off with my shirtBecause my arm was hurtIn a recent fallI slide into the bedThen my leg I threadBetween hersI put my good arm on her bellyHer hipsHer kneesShe is made of several babies
I keep my scratchy cast to myselfAs I feel our bodies meltInto two drops of lazy rainSnaking down the window pane
And when the two drops mergeThen there is the surgeOf one larger dropWe move faster towards the sill
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