How do you do it?
How do you communicate with people?
I can't do it in my life or even in my art
And now It's raining outside and I'm a little rain cloud
But dressed in drainpipes and a torn up black hood
And I want to cut my hair
But I don't think you'll love me anymore
Maybe if it's done right I might have chance
Now it's raining outside, I'm in listening to the same sounds
Screaming into a tape machine at the end of my bed
And I think about me crying as a kid
I won't forget about that teacher and what she said
She took me to the side and said
There's a rain cloud above your head
YOU'RE A RAINCLOUD