Isolated T-Storms

Lately I've felt like each day is a lucid dream I'm wading though. I've been stretching my fingers out to make sure I'm still there. My friends have stopped calling. I dream about Adam Rose, and sit on the floor of the library trying to pick out a fluff novel but am unable to make it through most of the book jackets. I walk around town in the rain.


I guess I'm just waiting to run into you.


I always think of you more when it rains.