I don't know what this song's message is, but to me; it reminds me of my ex-best friend. We were friends for 5 years, she was always so kind. Then covid hit, we thought it was just spring break; we never got contacts. I lost her, and when I finally found her, she didn't want to see me. She wouldn't say it, she said she was happy, but the look on her face said it all. Every Tuesday, I went to the same park I found her at, I'd come to her house and ask if she wanted to come, then she'd always say the same thing. "I cannot now, I will be there in ten minutes." Then I'd wait 30, then an hour. She'd never show up. I'd sit there in the hot summer heat, waiting for her to visit me, being eaten alive bu the coast's bugs. She was my only friend left from school, she left me alone with no one. She separated me from the other friend I had, saying "she's mean now, don't listen to her." And although it seems silly, I believed her. I believed every word; I believe that soon she'd join me and we could reform the friendship we once lost. And finally, I went to the park alone, only to find the same girl talking with all her new, 'prettier' friends. She'd always remarked that I wasn't pretty enough, that I talked too loud or that I was too tall. She said I was 'trying to grow fast' just because I hit puberty earlier than most. And I was blinded by the fear of losing her, I never spoke about it. Then, I got over her. The winter game, I started horseriding, I got better at art, writing and my singing. I spent more time expressing myself then making sure she got her attention. My favorite color has always been yellow, I suppose I could say that her being gone did make my life yellow; straying away from the blue.
I'm already scared of the winter Even though summer's takin' her sweet time to start It's her manipulative heart She's full of greed, she's such a tease with neon blues And greens and sweaty palms She tricks your heart into thinkin' that it's cold But then the rain comes back like it always does Every noon and every June I used to sit beside my window sill and stare Up at the grey skies, she didn't even care That I had waited, calculated all the lakes that I would swim And all the carnival games I'd win If it would only clear up by then, I'd lift my chin So I will try I will wait patiently for July Or move to somewhere with a clearer sky When I do, life will be yellow I won't sink into the blue And so I tried I couldn't wait patiently for July So I moved to somewhere with a clearer sky But when I did I only missed the rain
I looked this up cuzI heard it in a cafe near my house, im a casual listener of melanie martines and assumed it was her and instead found another talented artist
