I'm already scared of the winter even though summer's taking her sweet time to start It's her manipulative art She's full of greed, she's such a tease with neon blues and greens and sweaty palms She tricks your heart into thinking that it's calm But then the rain comes back like it always does Every noon of every June I used to sit beside my window sill and stare Up at the gray skies, she didn't even care That I had waited, calculated all the lakes that I would swim And all the carnival games I'd win If it would only clear up by then I'd lift my chin So I will try I will wait patiently for July Or move to somewhere with a clearer sky And when I do Life will be yellow I won't sink into the blues And so I tried I couldn't wait patiently for July So I moved to somewhere with a clearer sky But when I did I only missed the rain