Weather Man

Clouds cover my day, I am filled with endless rain,

Long torn strips of sheets, soaked with my ethanol heart,

I cannot cry tears of joy or pain,

I refuse to feel anymore,

Breaking my habits has always been hard,

But breaking my heart never seemed easier,

The fingers I count my friends on are dirty,

And I refuse to point blame until I am clean,

I could take a hundred showers

And still never remove your scent from me,

The smell of your hair and your wintery touch,

Remind me of the spring and how I ached for you

I will not beg for you, though you know I can

You will forever change my moods, my weather man