no sensitivity

so much for easy dreams and smiles like confetti
the rain finds its place here
just when i was feeling low
with nowhere else to go
getting the shit kicked out of me, and alone
i deserve it to some extent
but you're so goddamn hell-bent
on teaching me to crawl
like a child from their first fall
the condescending laughter, the blood and the bruise

i'm just singing in the rain again, finding my place
letting it wash away my indiscretions
walking at a steady clip and forgetting where my mind is
daydreaming of better days and how it used to be
feeling young stupid naive and free
trusting feelings
creating safe homes
loving wholeheartedly

where have those better days hidden themselves away to?
how can we be sure they happened, with these memories fading?