How's the weather?
Sweaty eyes and humid nose
How's the weather?
In situations you didn't chose
How's the weather?

Locked eyes and lifted lips
To sour goodbyes and tightened grips
Every page is filled with ink
That's made to vanish once you blink

Place a bucket, catch the tears
While holes are still fresh, wetting sheers
Get a shovel and dig your eyes
Got blinded by love to see his lies?

You are foolish while still sober
Tell me then, how's the weather?
Step on the clock and keep climbing
'til you reach the epoch where it's not raining