Nothing Good Happens in the Rain

Nothing good happens in the rain All is dark and dull and grey and incomplete and obsolete I've learn to love the things you hate Like blue jeans the color green the in betweens Never will I sing for you For you've done nothing except choose if you love me or the "better" you Think about that when you lose Your own sun to the clouds who allowed his rainbow shoes Nothing happens in the rain Except the few who I grew to adore each everyday It was all just a facade Like the mask in which I ask would you take it off for me Nothing happens in the rain Except the few who I grew to adore each everyday It was all just a facade Like the mask in which I ask would you take it off for me