The Rain Song

I hate the way that Sunday's slip on by in the blink of an eye
I hate the taste of coffee sips once the sunlight dies
I hate the face I probably make
When I can't place a name to a person
I hate charades, I hate parades, I hate the rain
I wish I didn't hate the cold but
I'd go to the fiery depths of hell to avoid it
And I wish I didn't hate the crows 'cause I know
They sing their very best but I don't enjoy it, still
I wish I didn't hate the breeze because it seems
That life would be a little easier if I didn't
But I can't refrain, I must complain, and don't
Even get me started on the rain
Oh how it leaves a sour stain
Oh how it wastes the days away
Skies of grey, have a knack for drainin', All the sugar in my veins
And turns the pretty things mundane
I try to take it with a salt of grain, but I must explain
I hate it, the way I wish I hated you
I hate celebrities advice, they speak as if there's not a guy
You gotta know or a place you gotta go
And I hate my teeth when I smile 'cause you told me I should
And if I could I wouldn't hate the freeway and I'd spend all day
Driving to nowhere, but knowing me I'd probably hate that too,
It's true, it's true, but there are few things I hate more than
The rain, Oh how it leaves a sour stain, Oh how it wastes
The days away,
Skies of grey, have a knack for drainin', All the sugar in my veins
And turns the pretty things mundane,
I try to take it with a salt of grain, but I must explain I hate it,
The way I wish I hated you...