Poetry is all cliche
It talks of flowers, of love, and May
Any beatnik black beret could ruin the days for me
So leave me here alone in my room
Feeling genius, feeling blue
And I'll fingerpick and I'll watch the rain
Oh, I'll watch the rain
Oh, I'll watch the rain
I see romantic comedies
She's so funny, he's quirky
They're so different in the beginning
You would never suspect the ending
Oh I'm so glad to be ignored
Your company was such a chore
So I fingerpick and I watch the rain
Oh, I watch the rain
Oh, I watch the rain
Magazine articles
These three steps and he's all yours
I tried so hard to follow
But I must have skipped the last one
Well I'm so happy for you
But I have my good times too
And I fingerpick and I watch the rain
Oh, I watch the rain, watch the rain
And when your eyes close
Does it burn you?
And when your spine freeze and memories
Is it killing you like it's killing me?
Companionship is overrated
And solitude is where I'm staying
So don't you feel sorry for me
This is just where I thought I would be
Oh I'm so happy for you
But I have my good times too
And I fingerpick and I watch the rain