Fake Rain Songtext
von Spencer Thomas

Lives on east division street
Sleeps inside a box
Takes her walk through the park round six
By eight she′s on the clock

Works for food delivery
A full-time ball and chain
Scrolls until she falls asleep
To the sound of fake rain
Fake rain


She don't try to date online
Feels so insincere
And the bars are far too fancy for
Her favorite kind of beer

So she sits back with her own six pack
Holds a joint to flame
Smokes until she falls asleep
To the sound of fake rain
Fake rain

She waves to the man next-door
Who′s smile seems to wane
Feels as lonesome as before
She ever moved away

Tries to drown the silence out
With the sound of fake rain
Fake rain