Song Story #1

Song: People Help the People by Birdy

I lay on my back, the green seeping into my skin, staining me. The clouds above me are a pure dark gray, but they feel more blue than anything else. They're obscuring the blackness of the late afternoon sky, catching most of the rain before it can fall on me. Some gets through, of course, but I don't mind.
There's a knife few inches from my right hand. I don't know how it got here. Did I bring it?
It must be mine, because I know how it would feel in my hand: a cold heavy weight in my palm, anchoring me to the real world.