I've got the answer.. maybe.

It was a literary discussion of the ages.
I sat on the infamous red futon dissecting my latest musical obsession. Cranking up the volume as loud as it could go on the laptop, St. Vincent's "All My Stars Aligned" gently filled the room received by my ears, nostrils, open wounds and mouth. As stated, I'm always thankful for great lyrics, but even more so, I'm thankful for music that allows the audience to walk in the artist's shoes for 3-4 minutes. Well, i've walked the route so many times these past few days and my feet are sore. Listen and I won't need to explain myself any further.

"I do a dance to make the rain come..."
It's such an odd thing to characterize the rain. I often think of storms as negative things or that we must endure the rain just to get a rainbow. In reality, rain can be a gift. This lyric is proof. I'm doing a dance all week to make my rain come. I want it to fall and drench me. I mean, when was the last time I played in the rain? I think I've finally got the dark cloud over my head outsmarted. I'm simply not afraid of it anymore nor am I annoyed. In my class act of desperation, I hope I'm cleansed of my extreme pessimism.

Today, the urban planner handed me a flower with only two petals. this was my thought:
"they love me, they love me not" gah!
I think I need to be injected with sunshine and cotton candy.

PS. I bought a really good shirt the other day! The Gap has treasures if you wear 'em right.