Every day, now, is rain
Every day is rain, every day is rain
Every day is overcast, glum, and gray
I can feel my face sag, emotionless
I can smell the toast, black
I can smell the bacon, black
Is it really my slack posture
Which puts these holes into my slippers
Or possibly this weight in my heart
Some leadened spiritual sinker
That pulls me down and drags my spirit
Every day that I can't learn
How to love you again
Or every day that I can't muster courage
To tell you that I don't, anymore