I've been listening to the rain
Catch myself waiting for it on sunny days
Bit into fiction, but not my taste
Rather be hated for me than loved for my half-hearted charade
I don't think of much else these days
But I wonder
If I'm on the right path's wrong way
Going backwards
I know it's worth the wait
If the garden sprouts late
I've been existing in a cave
I found the crowds in town clouding my brain
I lived in fiction, til I strayed
I need my soul, I need my blood I can't stay
Trade my heart for pay
I don't think of much else these days
But I wonder
If I'm on the right path's wrong way
Going backwards
I know it's worth the wait
If the garden sprouts late