This Is Not A Pipe

This is not a chair
That is not a table
This is not a cup
That is not a kettle
It is not raining
My shoe is not untied
I have not been unhappy my whole life
This is not a wall
That is not a ceiling
This is not a scrape
I don’t know that feeling
Not a spoon
Not dirty dishes
Not a knife
And I have not been unhappy my whole life
All the lies I’ve ever told
Will come back to me one day
If this rain keeps coming
It’ll wash the world away
This is not your hand
That is not my rib
This is not your farewell kiss
And those are not your lips
I became a writer
You became my wife
I was not unhappy my whole life
All the lies I’ve ever told
Will come back to me one day
If this rain keeps coming
We can wash the world away
All the lies I’ve ever told
Will come back to me one day
If this rain keeps coming
It’ll wash the world away
If it keeps coming
It’ll wash the world away