(Hurricane) The Formal Weather Pattern

Shake down, you make me break, for goodness sake

I think I'm on the edge of something new with you.

Shout out, don't drown the sound,

I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.

Standing there with your smile blinding your eyes from seeing

my face as I'm dying to figure out a girl.

But she drifts so far away, I'm on her coast,

so maybe I should stay and map around your world.

So don't say, "These currents are still killing me"

and you can't explain

But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane

Into your hurricane

Stand up don't make a sound, your ears might bleed.

There's sweet fluorescent enemies that live inside of me.

The world moves faster than I knew, not fast enough

To not creep up on you and the space we put between.

So pull me under your weather patterns,

Your cold fronts and the rain don't matter,

Because the sun burns whent I need it.

So don't say, "These currents are still killing me"

and you can't explain

But the wind went and pulled me into the hurricane

Into the hurricane

You don't do it on purpose but you make me shake

Now I count the hours till you wake.

With your babie's breath

Breathe symphonies

Come on sweet catastrophe.

Well maybe this time I can follow through,

I can feel complete, stop paying dues.

Stop the rain from falling

Keep my ocean calm

This time I know nothing\s wrong.

So don't say, "These currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain

But the wind went and pulled me in and no,

You don't say, "These currents are still killing me"

And you can't explain

But the wind went and pulled me into your hurricane

Into your hurricane

Into your hurricane