she says it's cold outside and she hands me my
raincoat
she's always worried about things like that
she says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my
fault
and she only sleeps when it's raining
and she screams and her voice is straining
she says baby
it's 3 am I must be lonely
when she says baby
well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
she's got a little bit of something, God it's better than
nothing
and in her color portrait world she believes that she's
got it all
she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it
used to
and she only sleeps when it's raining
and she screams and her voice is straining
she believes that life is made up of all that you're used
to
and the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for
days, and days
she thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her
doorway
but outside it's stopped raining
