Paroles
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
