this summer

it's been a while honey
and summer's nothing like what it promised us
i've been waiting for you through autumn and winter
melancholic leaves flutter-dancing by the window
piercing snow sent shivers to my doorstep
spring sent me a bouquet of flowers
apparently it was the wrong address but i'm keeping it anyway

and summer's nothing like what it promised us.

are you home dear? i didn't want to knock
thought I'd give you a call but I have been far beyond obvious
I've always been proud of my subtlety
so I'll just morse-code you, my fingers tapping against my desk
I hope you get my message
you know which one
it's the same one I've been trying to send for three autumns
and three springs
and all the seasons in between
you really need to brush up on your telepathic skills honey
i'm getting kinda tired from all the tapping
and I think the old lady next door is eavesdropping.

this summer I'm hoping
the birds will be silent enough
so you can hear me

but summer's nothing like what it promised me.