From the album Monica
This is not about two women. It is about the impossibility of staying satisfied with anything, even when you have exactly what you wanted. The seasonal metaphor frames desire as cyclical and involuntary. You are always chasing the temperature you do not have.
You're my winter, she's my summer / One comes 'round, I crave the other
The metaphor sets up desire as seasonal, not personal. It is not that one woman is better. It is that proximity kills longing. The second you are with one, the other becomes the unreachable ideal.
It comes on the radio / Every time I'm on the way to see you / I can't shake it out of mind / This enticin' melody
The other woman becomes a song stuck in his head while he drives to the current one. That radio metaphor is maybe the best thing he has written. It nails the intrusive, involuntary nature of wanting someone you are not with.
Suddenly, I'm strugglin' with lovin' her / I— I gotta get it out my system
The stutter lands. It sounds like someone catching themselves mid-thought, realizing they are about to say something messy out loud. The break in the line mirrors the break in his focus.
Conventional wisdom tells me 'bout the grass / That I'm a fence from
He twists the grass-is-greener cliche into something more precise. He is not on the wrong side of the fence. He is right at it, close enough to see the other yard clearly, far enough that it looks better than where he is standing.
Who comes first provides no comfort / What a curse
The repetition of 'what a curse' stops being dramatic and starts sounding accurate. The problem is not that he made the wrong choice. It is that choosing does not fix the wanting.
This is about the specific misery of being unable to stay satisfied with what you have, even when you genuinely want it. The curse is not picking wrong. The curse is that picking does not stop the cycle.