Various Thoughts

Sitting on the rock We played on as kids My chin on my chest The rain on my cheeks It falls and hits my knees Where do snails go When it's not raining After everything's all dried up After midnight walks home on our street The next day they leave The very next day they leave Anger is a familiar emotion Sadness sugarcoated for consumption And I was just thinking I want you to hold me Close to your body Cause I'm always the little spoon Because I'm always the little spoon Where do snails go When it's not raining After everything's all dried up After midnight walks home on our street The next day they leave The very next day they leave