you met me in the rain and wasn't it fitting
that i danced between the sparkeling drops
while you'd rather a girl who prefers sitting
inside, by a window, with her useless thoughts

you stood there coldly with your arms crossed
until you touched the smeared eyeliner on my cheek
you said "i guess maybe all hope isn't lost,
maybe you could wear green or blue next week"

i wear black four seasons, but i embrace them all
while you're afraid of snow or thunder
i'll love you through winter, summer, spring, fall
but you'll probably only like me this summer

(2002)