Monday, July 9, 2012

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

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