Saw you in a bathroom in a café in Atlanta You were crawling up the walls behind my spine Painting freckles black, taking nothing back You were cold and poison, slipping through the cracks This pointlessly planned attack made me aware of things I lacked A suitable defence against the rain and feathered backs Still, I let you wait your turn; you're always slow at first I know you'll bring down the mountains if you try Drip into something more comfortable Just be sure to keep the well-worn phrases dry There's no room for any growth without a little pain After all, what's the shower without the drain