in the rain

i'm trying to pick up the pieces somehow
trying to work out this species somehow
you were lying that day i saw you at the station
i was trying but i became impatient

and it feels like some sad game
now i'm walking home in the rain

i'm trying to remember bits of conversation
but nothing seems to fit its getting so frustrating
trying to fit it somehow back together
when vital peices are gone it don't get any better

i can't accept that i am to blame
and a stubborn man will always stay the same
and they'll be other times
and they'll be other days
so i'll just sit and drink the blues away