monsoon - Hippo Campus

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

My 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 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