The Storm Remains The Same

I stood, I grabbed the bed
With one hand and lifted it
Above our heads, she fell
Down from above the mattress
I hit the shelf and jumped
From the wall crashing into the ground
And scattering a dozen books
She got up and left the room

The storm remains
The storm remains
The storm remains
The storm remains the same

I embed a fist on the door
And knuckles dug into the wood
I opened it but she wouldn't be anymore

I went back, I leaned against
The wall with the whole back
I slipped and fell to the ground
Slowly, fetal pose, and I cried

The storm remains
The storm remains the same