The stars are here
and the skies are clear
then the clouds rolled in
when April and I came;
I didn't mean to make you turn thunder,
I didn't mean to make you turn cold,
I didn't mean to change your season,
I didn't mean to swallow you whole.
I know I'm not just what you need.
I know I'm not just what you asked for,
a fifth season to add to your year.
I know you would be fine with that
if I didn't take days from the rest.
So every time I say I see this weather
you swear it's just one storm,
but I can tell by your change of heart
that it's me you're changing for.
I wish it wasn't so easy to
show you that you're wrong.
I'm sorry I'm not what you asked for,
I'm sorry I turned you thunder,
I'm sorry I turned you cold,
I'm sorry I gave you a new season,
I'm sorry I swallowed you whole.