Monsoon

Just two days after the first of June A pine with arms brushing off the dew Unlike a sky copious with death Precipitation of heart and head Should wash the rest of her youth away And carry on with it as she may But something's pending curvaceously 'Cause sunburned skin won't agree with me (It should've been me, it should've been me) (It should've been me, it should've been me) The pleasure's good as the pleasure's sound Chin held shut, so my heart can talk louder I was a mess, just like the pool Our days spent crossed out of Sunday school July has always been shy of June Some monsoon, monsoon, monsoon Come heavy of a golden hue My monsoon, monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon Monsoon, monsoon It should've been me, it should've, it should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me It should've been me