The rain is pounding against the Swamp. Ironic it doesn't flood the tent, making it a marshy area to reflect it's name. The rain sweeps away tears, sweeps away fears. And brings thunder. We should catch the water in a glass and distill the emotions. The flood gates open, no holding back. Save me from myself. Be a lifesaver in more ways than one. The life you save may be your own. Don't wash your hands of this. Don't let me drown in your eyes. Don't let me get washed away. Keep me afloat. Don't let me fall in love.