I'm No Meteorologist Lyrics

It's Mr. 7 day forecast here

Broadcasting live

The center of attention wherever the sun shines

Holding on to golden moments like summer solstice

Finding out that you died left me December frozen

Thought bubbles like cumulus clouds

Moving silently so my feelings don't make a sound

North east south west on the weathervane

Sunshine warm weather time to celebrate

The storm was unpredictable

I've heard of change, felt hurts in ways

The words I use couldn't explain

Nothing compares to the hurricane

Inside my brain

When I heard that you died

I'm sad, afraid, numb, I'm shy

It was overcast, I'll never get over that

I cried until I couldn't

Blue skies, pink hair like cotton candy

French fries, seashells, beach sand, hotels

So many foggy memories, promises you'll never keep

Like the one you said where you would get healthy

I wonder if you thought about what life's like without me

Monday manic

Melancholy madness

Leftover from Sunday's

Sober sadness

Tuesday's trouble

Tongue tied tarantula

Wednesday's way too windy

All my plans I cancelled them

Thursday's are the worst days

Like that Biggie line about being thirsty

Ever felt fucked and forgotten on a Friday.

Fortune cookie told me to stay home

Lay sideways all day, Saturday

Head's filled with datawaves

Hieroglyphic cyberspace

Insomnia stay wide awake

When I'm afraid that I'm not okay