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