Seasons

In the last day of the year I found
Myself in a place that I didn't count
On being in but I never had a choice
And the falling rain is a metaphor
Of the things I had held up before
But gravity and weather held its voice

And the Summer held its promises
Before it fell and Winter came
Springing up with its death before the life
And while I had this recognized
The pain was there, led to demise
All I built up was gone

In the wake of the boulevard
I took the shortcut across my yard
Reaching out to the reached in
And the things I felt I never felt before
And the things that came held the metaphor
Upon forever lost fell the fame

And the Summer held its dissonance
Before the Fall and the cold set it
When the door to the door shut shut on me
And for the time I counted loss
Winter fell and Spring sprung up
And the residue residesd

To the season I came
To the season I come
To the season I seem to become undone
And the reason I gave is the reason I've come
To the season I came
To the season I come
To the season I seem to become undone
And the reason I gave is the reason I've come
And the season's the reason why I'm not done

And amidst all this lightning
I'll get used to fighting
And say hi to loneliness
My most consistent friendship
And I got a good feeling
That I will be sent reeling
And the one thing I've got going
Is the last thing I'm in control of

To the season I came
To the season I come
To the season I seem to become undone
And the reason I gave is the reason I've come
To the season I came
To the season I come
To the season I seem to become undone
And the reason I gave is the reason I've come
And the season's the reason why I'm not done
No I'm not done

No I'm not, no I'm not, I'm not done