This Is What Happens When You Fall

This Is What Happens When You Fall In Love. You're Looking At A Natural Disaster.

The Stupid Things You Say In The Rain, That Can't Ever Be Washed Away.

What Was Beauty Unless You Intended To Use It, Like A Hammer, Or A Key? It Was Just Something For Other People To Use And Admire, Or Envy, Despise. To Nail Their Dreams Onto Like A Picture Hanger On A Blank Wall. And So Many Girls Saying, Use Me, Dream Me.

Let Me Tell You A Few Things About Regret. There Is No End To It. Do You Regret The Beginning Which Ended So Badly, Or Just The Ending Itself?

The Word Rattled In My Head Like Rocks In An Oatmeal Box.