[CHORUS]
Dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
How could I go wrong?

If I was ruling my mind,
I must have been blind.


[VERSE I]
Give me a pen to write with,
A girl to spend the night with.

I'm not sayin' it's right but
I'm saying it's what I like and
It doesn't seem to matter anymore. What's the difference, anyways?

Tonight is more important than tomorrow and the next day.
I leave her on the bed, wander to the living room
Listening to music in my head, this is nothin' new.

Yeah it's dreadful the things we do. Yeah,
It's dreadful the things that we do.
The sad part is, I don't see myself changing anytime soon.

I'm dancing to the rhythym of the rain in a monsoon.
Even though I hate the effects
I love the affection, love the attention

And hell, it's a fun addiction.
Search for it, fiend for it, need more it's like I
Can't get enough and everything I do just leads towards it.

It's never worth it,
Someone always ends up getting hurt.
But I guess I'll learn that later,

I'm back in bed with her.



[CHORUS]
Dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
How could I go wrong?

If I was ruling my mind,
I must have been blind.


[VERSE II]
I reevaluate my life. Write it out.
Paper and pen relieve the constant need to shout.

Maybe if I look close enough, I could discover
What started all of this. Was it my lack of a mother?
Or the fact that the last girl that I had was unfaithful?

A million different reasons could be makin' me hateful.
If you are what you eat then im pride
Couldn't swallow so I choked and died inside

I write for me, but I record for you
Make a beat with her in my room, play it on loop
Say I'm trying to find love and I lost trust

Meanwhile I'm playing hide-n-seek with lust.
Throwing wrongs at the wall, tryin' to paint this right.
Using matchsticks like firewood, looking for a light.

I walk out the door, to avoid more of the same
Arms out in the street just to feel the pouring rain.


[CHORUS]
Dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
How could I go wrong?

If I was ruling my mind,
I must have been blind.


[VERSE III]
So here I sit, lost in my head
So many things I thought but never said.

I replay the day in my mind every night,
And do it right the second time.
What'd they say about hindsight?

Write about it.
A million different oppurtunities missed for mistresses.
Add another name, the list is overcrowded.

Every time I speak I have to weigh the options,
Decide which key will fit the cage that I'm locked in.
Like "No, I can't say that.

We might get lost in conversation and wander down a stray path
End up far from where we started and forget the way back.
And honestly, I don't know if I can take that."

There goes another friendship, lost in the mess.
Try to make it something more but it turns into less.
Rain on my face helps me deal with the stress.
It heals what these words can't express.


[CHORUS]
Dancing to the rhythm of the rain,
How could I go wrong?
If I was ruling my mind,
I must have been blind.