I look out the window, and the rain still pours,
Reminds me of gloomy sundays, where I miss the touch of yours.
I don’t know where you are, or who you’ve been with.
I just know that I miss you and loving you was not a myth.
Craving your kisses and your sweet words of love,
I can’t believe I’m a sucker for all of the above.
The rain mocks me, and the weather enjoys,
Telling me that I’m a fool and a sucker for making noise.
I’m not suppose to miss you, I’ve heard that before,
but what if loving you is something that I can’t ignore?
I don’t know if it’s love, or lust that I’m feeling,
All I know is this rain is commandin me to get sexual healing.