Here Comes Sunny Weather

Here comes sunny weather

Bills still aren’t getting paid

No gas for the car rides

To the beach

No barbecue grill

No patio to sit on

No pool for swimming

No lake nearby

But hey, okay

Here comes the sun

And the warmth

And the nights spent

Lying in bed

Wondering how much it’s going to suck

To get up and go to work

Instead of being one of those people in the movies

Without jobs to do

Or cars to repair

Or insurance to cover

People who just spend their summers

At somebody’s house

Eating and falling in love

And staring out at the horizon

Thinking about everything

You never think about

Like how the movie’s going to end

Here comes heat

In places

Where heat

Is not a welcome guest

Here comes scorching pavement

And burning tires

And exhaust

Here comes rotting food

And fresh garbage

And human sweat

And yeah, the sun

Here comes the sunny

And sunny weather

And all the days since she took off

With her graduation cap

And her big new book of contacts

Going to go to Europe first

Going to play hitchhiker

And hostel girl

Going to really

Soak up some sun

That’s fun

Fun for her

And here you are

The townie boy

With hair too long

And too much

To cut it all off

No money to spend

On shit like that

No money to spend

On anything

But getting to work

And getting home

From work

And the occasional beer

And pack of smokes

She e-mails you

Two times in June

Once in July

Telling you she misses you

And how you should come see her

Once she’s settled in upstate

Maybe October?

Nice new linens

And a subtle house

Set back from the road

A place you can make a life

With a guy who tried

Not someone who gave up

The first time

Shit got serious

Not a guy who gave himself

A lighthouse tattoo

In his older brother’s living room

When he was eighteen

A guy who’s got a six-year-old daughter

Who calls him by his first name

Because she likes her Mom’s boyfriend more

And pretends that’s her dad

A guy with a bed with no linens

And no sheets

And one flat pillow

That came with the apartment

Wooden floors

And high ceilings

And a rent so low

Either it’s a miracle

Or the landlord thinks

Maybe he’s curious

Who knows?

He knows when it’s cold

He can sit on the mattress

And pretend there’s no world out there

He’s not seeing

Nobody doing nothing

And nowhere to go

He can take the blanket

His grandma made him

And say that’s all he needs

He doesn’t have to hear parties

Through open windows

And get-togethers on Sunday afternoons

With happy families

Celebrating happy times

While he can’t even get his dad

To give him the fifty he owed him back

But that’s okay

Because it’s pretty out

It’s warm

It’s wonderful

It’s sunny

Here comes sunny weather

And then comes what comes next

That’s what you gotta think about

While you’re lying in bed

Covered in sweat

Because you’re too upset

To open the window

And listen to people

Have the time of their lives

You think about next

You think about her

In that subtle house

And those linens

And the e-mail

You’re not going to get

In August

Or September

You think about Fall

You think about Winter

You think about flowers dying

And snowmen

And snow banks

And the snowball fights you had

When you were a kid

And you think about what’s coming

What’s coming

What’s coming for you

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