Rain Delays

Sleepless nights and endless days, mini skirts and serving trays
Waking up from rain delays and selling sex for pocket change
Living off the alcohol with no one but a cab to call
Lost inside a bathroom stall, this carbon copy life withdraw

I need someone to believe in

Driving cars we can’t afford, just making sure we’re never bored
Living off our own accord, between coffee grinds and corner stores
Limousines and cigarettes, we’re chasing dreams with fishing nets
Long week ends without regrets no one here is taking bets.

I need someone to believe in, someone to fill this space with grace, to look into my eyes and touch my face to make me feel alive today.

Someone to make me strong, someone to make me belong
Someone to make it alright, someone to make me feel alive.

Stretching out like rubber bands, to kiss the cheeks and shake the hands
in pool halls and wonderlands, with strong arms and no legs to stand
getting by on hand me downs, with your tips your drinks you’re buying rounds
it’s back to my old stomping grounds like children in the lost and found.

I need someone to believe in