hey, you, well i'm tired
but that's okay,
full of grace, you know,
saving face, you know
how i am when the sun
sets sometimes,
when the wind picks up
behind my teeth tearing,
wearing me down but that's okay,
wearing me out but anyway,
don't you like this crooked smile,
this pulling mile, this quick denial
of the soaring sky,
i'm not afraid of rain, baby,
but i just can't stand
the way your puddles dry.

yeah, i have no idea where that came from or what it means.
but i think it's rather neat.