fairweather

Monday morning Paywall paper There's a fire in my hometown Vacant city sure looks pretty Shame the people had to burn it down Coffee tastes a bit like charcoal But I'm a sucker for what's overdone Paperweights on plastic plates Holding down something to dispose of I wish I took a picture of the downtown strip If I'd swallowed my pride I'd turned to see the end of it Capturing the aftermath Disaster's best side I'm angry at the suffix Said she's leaving but she lied "I'm going deaf, I think" But you're talking to the moon Bet on all my vices Better weather's coming soon Desert dreaming of a wetter summer You say it never rains where you want it to Close the door, I'm making dinner This house is all this town has left to lose Find it hard to remember how it used to be Bodies in a shared space All that's left is their uncertainty Capturing the aftermath Disaster's best side I'm angry at the suffix Said she's leaving but she lied "I'm going deaf, I think" But you're talking to the moon Bet on all my vices Better weather's coming soon Soon I can't hear the rain if I don't know the sound I can't hear the rain if I don't know the sound I can't hear the rain if I don't know the sound