Rain-Streaked Confessions

You liked my story,

but you rewrote the draft

Until the laughter turned to static glass

Now we're taking the long way

in this rideshare tonight

Backseat windows catching wet-city light

(shhh) And the rain keeps tracing lines down the pane

Rewriting everything we couldn't explain (ahhh)

Oh, let the long way lead us back to the start!

We're washing clean under the sky's heavy heart! (yeah)

Your messages edit the feelings away

Until there's only

a dull grey display But here in the quiet,

the rain writes the truth No draft can erase what I had

with you

Just a wet-city romance in the dark... (hmmmm)