When the sun sets a few hours later When your garden blossoms in sun That's when you know The season of loss has finally come
Prolonged by the body's resistance Sunglasses slide and prove tears You lost someone during winterfall Now spring-cleaning throws you out To newborn raincrumbs
In theory, spring is but a transition between snow and beach A deprecated definition without any shade For us romantics, it was never so vague But a cool-aired love story That ended in May
I can't tell you I loved you, or that it was important in my life I was broken and sentenced to leave before April was done But two years later, I find myself in a state of certainty Spring is here And it's wiped me dry