Blame It On The Weather

Strapped into my engines

Never understood my pain

Skin thicker than the plot

Scared to turn the page

Tennessee, the tip of Maine

Every highway feels the same

I've sweltered in the sun

But I feel for the rain

August was on fire

September burned me out

Stayed home for Halloween

'Cause my costume was myself

And I ain't tryna fake it

But I feel like someone else

Now the weatherman's high of 45

Has my ego on the shelf

Yeah, I'm still a kid from a river town, but now I look my age

'Cause that winter wind keeps blowing in, drawin' lines here on my face

I cut my hair and inked my skin, stringin' my last threads of innocence together

But I'll just blame it on the weather

Well, it seems like people die

When them flowers do the same

Maybe they get tired

With these colder, shorter days

And as I'm gettin' older, my questions, they ain't changed

Just better gettin' closure, when there's one thing I can blame

Yeah, I'm still a kid from a river town, but now I look my age

'Cause that winter wind keeps blowing in, drawin' lines here on my face

Yeah, I cut my hair and inked my skin, stringin' my last threads of innocence together

But I'll just blame it on the weather

I'll just blame it on the weather

Yeah, I'm still a kid from a river town, but now I look my age

'Cause that winter wind keeps blowing in, drawin' lines here on my face

Yeah, I cut my hair and inked my skin, stringin' my last threads of innocence together

But I'll just blame it on the weather