i'll write you a letter for everything i said but you still misunderstand

about the only aspects i could possibly bear about myself how they faded with that summer's tan

there is so much that was figured out incorrectly i've been finding

though it hardly matters now, because since that day even the sun's been in hiding

i'm cold and desolate and estranged  

i would do anything and everything i could just to have an hour just the same

the climate never alters, the biting weather never falters

i am weak, pale, and frail, through and through

you were the brightness, hope and happiness and i'm just 

the pissing rain without you