A Downside to the Upstairs

It was a fine idea in autumn
On the palest afternoons
Parallelograms of sunshine fell across the room

I woke up and it was winter
With the rain across the roofs
And the weather turned me into a bit of a recluse
If I needed an excuse

That mistake was mine to make, I know
Even so
Seasons come and seasons go

I threw open both the windows
With the coming of the spring
There were weeks I didn't want for anything

I guess I should have seen it coming
But summer caught me unawares
I found out there was a downside to the upstairs

That mistake was mine to make, I know
Even so
Seasons come and seasons go

Oh! the humidity
Oh! the stupidity