(Hurricane) Formal Weather Pattern
Shake down, you make me break, for goodness sake I think I’m on the edge of something new with you. Shout out, don’t drown the sound, I’ll drown you out, you’ll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.
Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes from seeing my face as I’m dying to figure out a girl. But she drifts so far away, I’m on her coast, so maybe I should stay & map around her world.
So Don’t Say “These currents are still killing me” & you can’t explain how the wind went & pulled you into the hurricane.
Stand up don’t make a sound, your ears might bleed. There are sweet fluorescent enemies that live inside of me. The world moves faster than I knew, not fast enough to not creep up on you & the space we put between. So pull me under your weather patterns, your cold fronts & the rain don’t matter, because a sun burns what I needed.
You don’t do it on purpose but you make me shake now I count the hours ‘til you wake. With your babies breath, breathe symphonies, come on sweet catastrophe. Maybe this time I can follow through, I can feel complete, stop paying dues. Stop the rain from falling keep my oceans calm this time I know nothings wrong
