They say April showers bring May flowers But it's been dry as hell A four leaf clover can bring you closer To luck than pennies in a well Well, I've been waiting on a shooting star But ain't a damn one of 'em fell And if it does, I'll be too crossed up to even tell And it's weird We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared Of what we've become Is this time the last time that we'll be together? Fuck this April weather, goodbye Well, you could holler that you're sorry But that don't mean a thing Because the whiskey words never cured the hurt And your tears are the only rain that I've seen It's weird We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared Of what we've become Is this time the last time that we'll be together? Fuck this April weather, goodbye Goodbye And it's weird We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared Of what we've become Is this time the last time that we'll be together? Fuck this April weather, goodbye Bye