Your eyes were the seaAnd just like the seaThey swallowed meThey were beautiful in ways that people wouldn't understandBut too dangerous with ways that seemed impossibleAnd I let them consumeAnd I kept sinking and sinkingBabyYou were the most beautiful way I could drown
I guess our problems in life are a little like rainstorms:You start with a drizzleWhich doesn't seem too badAnd is bearableThen the storm hitsAnd you feel like there will never be a way outBut you have to remember,Every rainstorm endsI guess I'm just trying to figure out if I'm in a rainstormOr simply headed for an eye of a hurricane
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.