181 - Rain

The rain on the windscreen - it's hypnotic you see

I'm really fed up of this winter

It batters my car with repetitive taps

Like an old broken teleprinter

The rain on the windscreen - it's hypnotic you see

I'm not sure how much more I can take

If the rain doesn't stop then I know what will happen

The road will turn into a lake

The rain on the windscreen - it's hypnotic you see

I'm losing track of my mind

The window's all smeary, everything's blurred

It's basically making me blind

The rain on the windscreen - it's hypnotic you see

I'm falling asleep in this traffic

I don't want to crash, but it's sending me mad

I'm becoming some weird demographic

The rain on the windscreen - it's hypnotic you see

But wait - what a glorious sight!

The rain's finally stopped - the sun has come out!

Oh fuck, now everything's too bright

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