I always say I hate rainy weather  

But on the sunniest of days I can’t stand the heat  

And I’d kill for a little cloud cover  

Oh, it’s never good enough for me 

 

The early mornings are too early 

And the late nights are dark, it’s hard to see 

I’d love afternoons if I weren’t asleep 

Oh, it’s never good enough for me 

 

I’m sick of the C Major key 

Even though that’s what comes most naturally 

And don’t get me started on G 

Oh, it’s never good enough for me 

 

I read and I read and I 

Read thousands of books but they’re all the same story 

I’d do it myself, don’t “see [me] try” 

If it just didn’t take so long to write 

I spent weeks of sleepless nights 

And I only got to Chapter 5 

Oh, it’s never good enough for me 

 

I wish that I were good at making music 

I (used to) want to be a singer, so I wish(ed) I could sing 

But my limits were so close, I hit them 

Even I am not good enough for me 

 

I could have everything I’ve wanted 

Shelves of books and toys and posters of boys

Who (made me) realize my dreams 

I could have a whole room full of trinkets 

That make me happy but they suffocate me 

 

I must have also wanted space 

And time to bend to my laziness, to be free 

I must have wanted to stay 

Far away from reality 

Oh, it’s never good enough for me 

 

I always say I hate rainy weather 

Even though it helps me write and it means the flowers thrive and I know without it where we’d be 

Do I deserve to be happy, after all these years 

That should have been enough 

Oh, it was never good enough for me