The Scan

Can it be you're fronting this frame

And screaming at weather like it's calling you names

Soaked in personal rain

When you find a drain you should wring it out

But you're circling instead, like you were water itself

And not just momentarily wet

When you find your love is a thing

You can't bring to a party without

Bringing a drink, then seeing the bottom of the sink

When you find you're shoving the sting

Out of mind so you dine on what you've left of your strings