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