[Spoken]
I have these moments of great thought, but then they pass, and the clouds come back
And I wanna punch myself for having them
It's a strong facet but weak at the same time
A computer that can't code serves the same purpose as I do
People come and go like autumn leaves in seasons around the world
Fading in and out of each other
There are a few in my pocket but not many
And my pocket holes are proving a problem for me
Come summer I'll have new clothes, new opinions
I'll be a brand new me again