Me i'm very poetic and devastating, bittersweet and a delicacy. The rain while the sun is still out. Me Leaving teardrops on ur wet face when you look up to see the rainbow, on a field in Forks. Thats me for you. The slippery road that gets you home still , rot in your room, forget everything. the search for spanish sized papers , we float right thru the moon. come down when it's safer we'll sleep til the afternoon. if we say our goodbyes, will your people jump thru the roof?