Speech Bubbles

Rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused
 The collected breaths of mutes
 And all our silent exhalations
 Where we should've put words
 Or words we had no one to tell
 Emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves
 Coming back to us now
 To remind us what we meant to say
 Or that we meant to say something
 Coming down and dying
 In one giant quiet
 On the streets and cars
 Huzzled like jewels in girls' hair
 On the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
 And on my glasses and feet
 Cut 'em deep and weap out loud
 Just dust and just a hair in your mouth
 You drink and think you're tonguin' something to shout
 But it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth
 And now these empty breaths reflect
 The feedback of headlights
 Push leaves and coffee cups
 To lower altitudes and gutters
 Rain is confession weather
 And we become booths of prayer if we let us
 And now these empty breaths reflect
 The feedback of headlights
 Push leaves and coffee cups
 To lower altitudes and gutters
 Rain is confession weather
 And we become booths of prayer if we let us