Standing here in the heat talking upon asphalt you're light and joking a breeze in the stale summer's air then suddenly grey and rain it's sad and hard, you don't need to be tough retreat to the cave before it is too late we take shelter here now why are you apologizing? don't worry mother, I made it rain last week too nothing is wrong you think we're safe but we are already burnt
I got to see my friend's mother who is more like a second mom to me and it was great, we talked in a parking lot for like an hour and she cried about somethin and we just all carried on, but then I got home and now my shoulders are a nice reddish pink