Midseason

Feeling overly sensitive again. Amplified by minor mistakes that I've made
Tried to choke the fire of my own voice down
Before it flairs up and says something a little too loud
I don't want to be hyperemotional, too touchy, too hard to talk to, again. Again

It'll rain again, in semi-winter, semi-spring
A rose pink celebration while I'm bitter and resenting
Something about me puts me below the line of a last resort
And when it rains in mid season
I'll be outside freezing, because this time of year it always seems to pour

Got psychoanalyzed by my own mind again
I was feeling down, told it not to be so loud, I got to get over it
A reoccurring theme that I can't seem to beat
Is growing a spine, and not being so fucking weak
But I'm either weak or I'm mean
And I just can't see how there could be a good in-between

It'll rain again, in semi-winter, semi-spring
A rose pink celebration while I'm bitter and resenting
Something about me puts me below the line of a last resort
And when it rains in mid season I'll be outside freezing
Because this time of year it always seems to pour