Sometimes It Rains

Sometimes,
I pull the darkness over me,
stick my hands right in and
cleanse myself with the hate.
I paint my face with the pain
and walk down these dirty streets
with my head low and let
the guilt just splash out of my boots.

There are times
when I get good and drunk and
my mind gets a little fuzzy,
I just stand here with the beer
running down my belly and
look at your picture on the wall.

Sometimes,
when it's real quiet and
there isn’t enough hate
or there isn’t enough beer
to hide all the pain,
I just sit here alone and watch the rain