Fall, Winter, Spring have come and gone.

Now it’s Summer again.

It gets hot, I get lonely

But I’m still glad I’m not your one and only.

The air, yeah it’s warm

It’s the end of the storm.

At least when it rained

You were there all the same.

Your lies, burning pain

Throwing punches all the same.

I’m glad that you’re gone,

It’s hard to explain.

Sorry I’m not made of sugar.

My smile left a bitter taste in your mouth.

I know I’m not the sweetest apple,

But it’s the sour that’ll wake you up in the morning.

The air, yeah it’s warm

It’s the end of the storm.

At least when it rained

You were there all the same.

Your lies, burning pain

Throwing punches all the same.

I’m glad that you’re gone,

It’s hard to explain.

I’m hard to explain.