When it rains I pick up worms to save them from the crushing soles of human shoes

An orchestra of thank yous

When it rains I wear my boots so I can dance in grays and blues beneath a velvet moon

The perfect way to die

Excuse the noise

The man upstairs, he makes the rules

And knows they aren’t fair

I’ll maintain my calm facade and all the while my spinning thoughts get caught beneath your smile

A man like you is stunted

To raise a child requires every fiber to be patient and attentive without question

So immature and comfortable when others are in pain

As long as you can somehow shift the blame

Lightning and thunder

Where’s my wormcatcher

I only get older

But you stay the same

Inside where the right fighter stands in the ring to his right hiding under his mother

Nobody’s winning, he is boxing his daughter

I want a wormcatcher, but I can pretend

I think that I’m wiser, you’ll stay as my friend

When autumn is gone

And I’m getting tired

I’ll think of this song

And pray you exist