I'd feel better if you took apart
What you thought was the weather
But I don't feel better anymore
Cause I know I got it figured it out
And here comes that weather despite the fact that I linger
And I wander
I'm waiting for the downpour I'm waiting for it
It's like bad poetry it's fucking high school poetry
I'd feel better if you took apart
What you saw in my notebook
But I can't remember anymore
What I wrote down as just a freshman
And here comes that weather despite the fact that I linger
And I wander
