petrichor;

smell of rain

after war

peace comes in

with petrichor

clearer now

then i was before

heard it all

but still it hurts

the crimes you paint

with vicious words

mouth is dry

my ears are worn

are you satisfied

with how you let it die

ran from all your pain

drown with all your pride

thought of driving

up to maine

try to miss

the coming rain

but if it comes down anyway

i'll be fine

i'll be fine

i'll be fine

let it pour

petrichor

will come in time

are you satisfied

with how you let it die

ran from all your pain

drown with all your pride

are you satisfied

with how you let it die

ran from all your pain

drown with all your pride