nothing else will do

gray 

tired and quiet 

and mean

picking at a worried seam

. . .

oh, such a prima donna

sorry for myself 

but green, it is also summer

and I won't be warm

until I'm lying in your arms

I've gotta have you

the weepies

summertime truths

I went to the market

though it was threatening rain

the streets filled with umbrellas

and we all look the same

but I'm the one who's waiting

'til the sun comes out again

I was made for sunny days

I make do with gray

. . .

but I was made for sunny days

and I was made for you

I was made for sunny days

the weepies