I'll see the rain fall from your eyes tomorrow.
Salty and fresh.
Rolling down your flesh.
Washing away the past.
Hate.
Filth.
Promises...
Love...
and me.
It'll wash away every good, bad or peculiar thing.
It'll clean away all your insecurities and all your rash decisions...
and all the variables.
me.
I'm not in your future anymore, and I guess...
I'm not in your past.
