i'd feel better if you took apartnnwhat you thought was the weathernnbut i don't feel better anymorenncause i know I got it figured outnnand here comes that weather despite the fact that i lingernnand i wandernni'm waiting for the downpour i'm waiting for itnnit's like bad poetry it's fucking high school poetrynni'd feel better if you took apartnnwhat you saw in my notebooknnbut i can't remember anymorennwhat i wrote down as just a freshmannnand here comes that weather despite the fact that i lingernnand i wander