Cyclone

If it's better, then why am I crying?
Why am I so struck with grief about this one way things could be?
Why am I so stuck together?
And fixate on the same cyclone now
But how's that help?
How's that settle anything?

When will it end?
Been in my head for a long time
And it feels wrong
Oh, and I don't want it anymore
I've been in my head for a long time

If it's better, I mean it's improved
Not that it's fine
Not that I'm mad
It's more that I want to be precise
But alright
When it visits I'm welcomed in the night
And I know I'm going to cry
Said I know you're trying to help
But I don't need you right now
Or ever again

Been in my head for a long time
And it feels wrong
Oh, and I don't want it anymore
I've been in my head for a long time

Get out of my head
Get out of my mind
And it feels wrong
It feels wrong
And I don't want it anymore
I've been in my head for a long time