When it rains it pours Wouldn't be the case if you kept it moving But I have not been taught waiting that way I was taught when you ask you wait, right there, wearyingly So I know nakedness and disenchantment

We are adapt to be adopted By this insatiable desires to belong To fit in, to be part, to blend in We file the edges of ourselves that prove too rough for the pack The click in our tongue that turns heads..and