I’ve been writting rhymes at night but they all sound the same and don’t fit right. Sometimes it takes a while when you soul searching, hurting to find your own style. So i’ll crawl out tonight through my window again. just like that time in September, you remember when we had lost all communication. I was so tired of this situation. We’d begin again. The city we live in is a dark,dark place. Six months of the year all it does is rain, but November will pass just like before and those days will return once more. This drive won’t take 14 hours. Like a slip of the tongue or like an accident-unexpectedly. We’d begin again...