I always liked to watch the weather
Hoping for some disaster
To gather us in the dark
We'd huddle up against it
It was a funny little spark
In that predictable world
Of bonehead boys and flipped out girls
I could use that familiar roster back again now
To hassle my heart
Oh, to be humiliated
With such short memory
Redemption always waited
In terry cloth under the seagrape tree
With promises that terrified me
Oh yeah
But with a smile and one tan arm around my shoulder
Politics was foreign, and sex for when you're older
Well, that got better, the rest got worse
And now every horse I dream about is pulling a hearse
Well, all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
You fuckers make that impossible to say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Now I still watch the weather
I drag you outside when the black clouds gather
The hair stands up on your arms I know
And you run back inside calling, "I told you so"
While I embarrass my family and friends
And those who just wanna wake up in dry clothes
All I can feel is the brake set to coast
Here comes the steep hill
And now down we go
Well, all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
You fuckers make that impossible to say
You fuckers make that impossible to say, yeah
You fuckers make that impossible to say
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well, all my songs used to end the same way:
"Everything's gonna be okay"
Now I find that's impossible to say
Yeah
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