Like The Weather

I don't think you're happy
I'm blind but we're tangled up
In everything but my bed sheets
It's colder in Cincinnati
These mornings are what I need
My mind's consumed
With all of these fake memories

And everything we wouldn't every try to be
Something to accommodate your mood
You're scaring off my common sense
And guess what, not every things about you
This love, I give up
Well my conscience can't stop finding
All these reasons to keep trying