Love & Other Natural Disasters

Love and other natural disasters They take all that matter But wouldn't you rather Stand in the rain If there were always a rainbow Where would all of the pain go? And still would the wind blow And rip homes from the ground Here I am A broken excuse for a grown man A worn out tape of an old band No one wants to hear Gone Again From the pills and the whiskey and cocaine One day I'll remember my own name But I pray I forget yours While I'm still living this nightmare I'll grow out my brown hair All the nice people stop and stare At the fool, I've become So I'd like to thank you for leaving For breaking my keeness For exposing my weakness Which is my heart on my sleeve Here I am A broken excuse for a grown man A worn out tape of an old band No one wants to hear Gone Again From the pills and the whiskey and cocaine One day I'll remember my own name But I pray I forget yours I pray that I forget yours