The Cyclone

Two years, to the day

I was driving to Queens to try to get laid

My brain is bad

My body's worse

They're gonna roll me out of New York in a shiny black hearse

You found a penny from '93

Right there in Baltimore traffic

Made you think about me

You'd risk it all, to pick it up

You said you'd done stupider things

For just a bit of good luck

(Mhm, mhm, mhm)

I wasn't afraid of the cyclone that day

I was only afraid you'd hear me screaming

Your name

And I was never the same

Brushing my teeth at the Planet Fit

I wish I never asked

If you were double jointed

I watch the spit, I wash my hair

I wanna text you but it's desperate

I'll pretend I don't care

You drove too fast through Silver Lake

You said I'm gonna take you out

But I swear it's not a date

You locked the steering wheel

Up to my wrist

Here's a bunch of keys

You gotta see which one fits

I wasn't afraid of the cyclone that day

I was only afraid you'd hear me screaming

And I won't be ashamed

Close to death I saw your face

Now I wanna replace all my glass

With paper plates

Things that cannot break

(Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm)