It don't wanna be summer

It don’t wanna be rain right now It don’t wanna be summer, It don’t wanna be spring My lover is a cold front on the move It don’t wanna Walk away in the light It just sings outside at night, When I’m fully trying To sleep away my pain I have dirty tools… I will dig up every single root, cuz you took over My small garden but I won’t let you get away with it, I won’t let you stay You smuggled my sun to give to the moon and snowed in June When I already gave up tending you I have certain rules... I will mop up every stain that you tracked in The dirt I see and left before I woke up, silently Somehow, babe I’ll weather you out