The Weather

I've learned how to hide inside this dark cafe Put my headphones on and I stare into space Wrestling thoughts till they fall into place And I hope they don't need and escape But you're calling me and you wanna catch up When I'm short on sleep and I keep getting stuck On old memories that hit me like a truck But I can't keep on pushing my luck So until I'm better, maybe we could talk about the weather And you could show me your vacation pictures I'm talented at staring at the floor Oh, It's been a long year I want to be the person you remember And try to scratch the surface till it splinters But I am tied up holding closed the door Oh, Too tired to cry a minute more Some days are a knife and they whittle me down And some are an ocean that tempt me to drown I know if I'm open, you'll hate how it sounds But I'm trying to still stick around So until I'm better, maybe we could talk about the weather And you could show me your vacation pictures I'm talented at staring at the floor Oh, It's been a long year I want to be the person you remember And try to scratch the surface till it splinters But I am tied up holding closed the door Oh, Too tired to cry a minute more Give me a second, I just need to find that lonely silver lining Dignity isn't kind, but I still need to hold it blindly Til' I'm better, maybe we could talk about the weather And you could show me your vacation pictures I'm talented at staring at the floor Oh It's been a long year I want to be the person you remember And try to scratch the surface till it splinters But I am tied up holding closed the door Oh Too tired to cry a minute more