The poet hates writing just as the news reporter hates bad news
so what else is new
it\'s something I\'ve grown accustom to
just like cancer, smoking me away
there you are growing inside of me
like the hate only meant for the likes of you
so who is this poet that writes his life away
edger allen poe? no
alfred hitchcock? I\'m afraid not
just your average bad news reporter
that\'s only happy to to say
it rained again today, just like everyday
SO WHERE IS THE FLOOD?!?!?!
it\'s in my dreams with the sun, the moon, and the stars
and oh, are they ever falling for you tonight.
