Counting Crows, Rain Parade

Counting the ways of how I'm falling for you similar to counting all the crows hanging on a nearby decaying tree.. Started off in an unknown surrounding barely in contact with anybody Months pass and now this place is somewhat similar to home with friends and hardly enough family Still lacking someone to hold though broken hand, a simple wish something to help me stop writing my monologues something to help me cease my constant pondering something to help me forget... but that wish has an expiration date: today Somewhere around October seeing the rain outside the window pane feels like a parade Among the days of reigning sadness like a plague Skies may be a little grey and my heart is still a little frayed from the strain of...just becoming a destroyed building Of course it's been reversed The parade is only a tunnel with a light shining through appearing at the end All the faces and people I've met in the front of the crowd Standing forward, breaking through yet the face is vague Thoughts race through my mind like chariots in a game but the thoughts subside and the world spins right