Petrichor

My life is milk chocolate
I'm lactose intolerant
But I'll eat it anyway just to watch the day get away from me
Chew it up, spit it out

I will never change, acceptance of how I will always
Be the same has seemed to take its toll
I'll always know that I'll grow old
However, I digress; parts of my sad life should be addressed
There are some things that I hold dear to my heart and for a start

There's petrichor, of course
The soil and soul of what you told me when I was young
It must have begun
And that's what I'm searching for; petrichor, of course
And I know the rain very well

I breathe to be relating
Slowly perambulating
But I'll fake it anyway just to make my way
Closer to the grave
Suck it up, buttercup

I will never change, depressive realism takes the blame
For everything I've done and what's to come is
Not much different from
Chekhov's loaded gun, the final act has just begun
There are ways I stay awake at night to live some more

For petrichor, of course
The soil and soul of what you told me when I was young
It must have begun
And that's what I'm searching for; petrichor, of course
And I know the rain very well
Very well
If you can't tell, that's fine
I don't mind, I don't mind