Blame It On The Rain Letra

You're doing a damn good job
For someone who's suffering
And suicidal in nature
Or so I'm led to believe
Throughout the past three years
Tell me, what am I supposed to think?

All my life, I've been associated
With fairweather friends
Who tell me all the time they care
But they're never even there
And they change their stories so much
It's fucking with my head
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
And why am I supposed to care?

I'd never fit in with your girlfriends
Or even with the guys
Say you want me to take a trip
And I was planning a suprise
Was gonna buy a plane ticket
But everything ends today
Everything has been called off
And you can blame it on the rain

Cause all my life, I've been associated
With fairweather friends
Who tell me all the time they care
But they're never even there
And they change their stories so much
It's fucking with my head
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
And why am I supposed to care?

It's always gotta do with sex
It's always gotta do with drugs
It's always gotta do with suicide
It's always gotta do with love
It's always gotta do with work
It's always gotta do with time
It's always gotta do with friends
I don't care if it fucking dies

Say I'm the best thing to ever happen
Outside of anyone else before
If it paid every time I heard this
I'd have enough, and even more
To move out of this shit hole
Get my very own place
Disconnect my internet
And buy an honest, friendly face

Cause all my life, I've been associated
With fairweather friends
Who tell me all the time they care
But they're never even there
They change their stories so fucking much
It's screwing with my head
Tell me, what am I supposed to do?
And why am I supposed to care?

It's always gotta do with sex
It's always gotta do with drugs
It's always gotta do with suicide
It's always gotta do with love
It's always gotta do with work
It's always gotta do with time
It's always gotta do with friends
I don't care if it fucking dies

I don't care
I don't care
I don't care

I've wasted half a decade
Perhaps, a little more
Waiting on others
And holding open the door
Every time, it always seems
I get trampled to the floor
And walked on by everyone
Who's ever promised the moon, and more

And you're one and the same
In league with all the rest
Who have ever been out to get me
And it's fucking with my head
So when I disappear
You can blame it on the rain
Cause I've cried too many tears
And I'm sick of always hiding the pain

I'm sick of hiding the pain

It's always gotta do with sex
It's always gotta do with drugs
It's always gotta do with suicide
It's always gotta do with love
It's always gotta do with work
It's always gotta do with time
It's always gotta do with friends
Who always fucking die

It's always gotta do with sex
It's always gotta do with drugs
It's always gotta do with suicide
It's always gotta do with love
It's always gotta do with work
It's always gotta do with time
It's always gotta do with friends
And I don't care if it dies

I don't care if it dies