the seasons they don't change here
and sometimes i miss cold weather
and it's hard to be next to her
when it's hot out in december
but i am taking off my coat
and i am hoping it gets better
and i am hoping it gets better
the people always change here
and i always go new places
but i woke up from a dream
where i thought i saw your face so
and i am trying to remember
and i am hoping it gets better
where we used to sit and talk
so i can sit down on the floor
and draw your picture out in chalk
you would think that i was crazy
i would swear that i am not
you would think that i am crazy
i would tell you that it's not that
you hardly remember my name
i heard you met a new boy
things are jealousy pains
i'm hoping that you call me