Hurricane Season

Television flashes at 4 am
And it's beating on my eyelids like the Mob...
But I can't turn it off. So I just turn it up.
So the darkness and the silence don't
Work me over from the inside with my thoughts,
And I can't turn 'em off.

I'm like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
I'm like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
I am ready and willing to make a mess
And it's hurricane season,
As if I ever need a reason.

So how do you live with that?
How do you live with that?
How do you live with that?
With that

And my alarm clock's working at 5 pm,
And it's towing in my headache like a train.
But I can't pull the switch so I just stay on track.
And I roll in to the nighttime with a drink.
Some conversation won't ever go away.
And I can't go away.

I'm like a faucet that leaks leaving rust stains in your sink
I'm like a wine glass sitting on a wedding dress
I am ready and willing to make a mess
And it's hurricane season,
As if I ever need a reason.

So how do you live with that?
How do you live with that?
How do you live with that?
With that

Television flashes at 4 am
And it's beating on my eyelids like the Mob...