I see you practice your trigger finger pose in my peripheral
Without eyes facing the back I feel three hooks wrap around my spine
Attached by fishing line coming out of cotton ball clouds in the sky
And now I surrender total control to you
The rain is pouring from the clouds that I am forced to endure
I am hooked to weather this storm
All because your insecure
You know its not love
When it contains elements of war
Let the rain pour
Clairvoyance (a pink cloud during a thunderstorm)
