Last song recorded for the album, Fuck This Sad Bastard Bullshit, I Got a Pocketful of Butterscotch.
Better Weather
Work on the weekend can be such a drag
But suddenly it all seems better when I see you
Walking through the door
How many moments can we get through
When I’m with you
Before we’re going backwards and everything gets awkward
And we don’t say hello anymore
Maybe in a while we can get together
And I won’t have to feel so insecure
I’m tired of sitting here waiting for better weather
It only seems to rain on a sunny day
It’s only in my head when we’re side by side
But every time the real world taps me on the shoulder
And puts me in my place
But what would’ve happened if I asked you
Would you want to
You could be the one who I could only talk to
And I could be the thorn in your grace
When my storm clouds hide the sun
I wonder
When the rain is finally done
I wonder
If I can face the sun
