here comes the rain again

it's here again
not the same as always because it's never been the same since
this year there's more
there's ours and yours
there's him and every single thing imaginable
there's him thinking that it means you all get to be kings for a day
there's him and that thing called sarcasm
there's his one-month-old instead of his foot-long bong
there's his mouth full of Denny's
there's his sixth beer by 2 pm
there's his voice in the back of my mind
singing
always singing

falling on my head like a memory
falling on my head like a new emotion

who needs a subject when you've got a past like ours?

there are people in your life that distance just can't touch
after months, you'll sit down and talk like there's no tomorrow
after months of zero conversation.
it's not about "what's new?"
it's about what's old and what's important to remember
there are people in your life that distance just can't touch after ten, eleven years
(can you believe its been over a decade?)
words can't explain how thankful i am that after so long we are still here
we're still sane and we're still eight years old and we're still the friends we're supposed to be
thank you for being you and thank you for being back

why yes, i'm familiar with needles

you know when you need to get a needle in your arm and you know that it's just a little needle and it shouldn't hurt bad or even at all but you still hold your breath when whoever it is that's about to give you the injection says, "now you'll just feel a pinch."
and then it happens and it's already over and there isn't any blood but there is a band-aid and now it's on your arm over top a little piece of cotton and the same voice says, "so that's it, all done!"
you're so annoyed that you held your breath for a "pinch" and you're also annoyed because you have to walk around with a piece of cotton taped to your arm with a band-aid.
but what if the needle got stuck in your arm? then the "pinch" would turn into a "throb" and then the throb would turn into an "ache" and then the ache would turn into a full-on "pain"
you are in so much pain now and if you're still holding your breath then you're in a serious amount of pain and you actually might want to be careful in case you pass out.
now while all of this is happening, someone comes up and tells you that you're not a very nice person and maybe they actually use the word mean.
would you say that this would bother you more, less, or about the same amount as the needle that is currently stuck in your arm?
you probably can't hear anything other than yourself screaming because let me remind you, THERE IS A NEEDLE STICKING OUT OF YOUR ARM.
anything trying to take your attention away from the needle means nothing
you can feel nothing but the needle and then soon enough, you can't even feel the needle anymore.
how many different ways could you explain your annoyance of the needle? ten, twenty, fifty?
you can get mad at the nurse or the doctor or whoever it was but that's not going to get the needle out and you could tell the nurse or the doctor or whoever it was that they are mean but that's not going to make you feel any better and that's not going to make you forget about the needle.
so what can you do?
you cut your arm off.
you cut your arm off and you forget that you even got a needle in the first place.