Become
Look how fast some people walk.
Some faster when too slow.
And since there's not become to be,
Can I get mine to go?
Choice is sore, so choose in time
Since sound is breaking up.
The fabric for some menace.
I've kept the windows shut.
The one's that make it nervous
Had become what has became.
Inner, outter memories.
I think you need some sin.
I think you need some sun.
Descend to demonstrate,
What we've talked about.
You've annoyed the engines away,
The one's that were too loud.
Were you better looking when you
Made it through the day?
I know that I will miss you,
But then, I know I miss the rain.
