Acid Wash

The rain flicks off of the windshield
As we drive
While we sit in silence as you tell me
You feel numb.
It doesn’t make sense for us to want consolance
But we do

And still the rain pours as if it would never end
As you hoped deep down
That you would never end,
Either.

But all things come to a close
And maybe
Things are just
Close

Acid Wash

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