we are for today

we are for the moment

we are a crusade

but we are invalid

1 am rummaging

stained my hands on her antique

2 am

reverend girl

I am so indifferent

I am whatever

3 am cellophane

suffocates my favorite things

4 am

the reverend girl

seems that the more we're achieving,

the less chance of leaving this world

with a reverend girl

another lover wakes me

head upon a window pane

before the thunder shook us

she could always smell the rain

a year is dissipating

another hail cannot disdain

never mind the thunder

now my lover smells like

now my lover smells like

now my lover smells like rain