At the start of December, I always remember. 

The way your cheeks looked, red like the peppers.

This timing is clever, cause in the summer you wanted this, but id rather the weather.

Then it gets cold and you got all my sweaters.

I swear this love lost all of its effort. 

Your heart gets torn and tired altogether.

The snow falls fast, faster than ever.

And here we are again, with distance and pressure. 

Who am I to judge? I hate feeling lesser.

But when I see pictures of you in that leather?

My heart springs up to its seasonal receptor. 

The degrees burst up, when they, see us together.

It’s like the earth comes alive, just to, see where we venture. 

Then the mood swings and we fall like the feathers.

Cause you gave me your heart, I let go, and you'll always remember. 

Blame it on the weather, blame it on the weather.

Can’t reach out with letters, can't find any better.

Blame it on the weather, blame it on the weather.

All of this displeasure, is easy to measure.

Blame it on whatever, blame it on whatever.

I’m done helping you, so this is my surrender.