HEALMODE
I never thought I'd say it
But it's hard to hate the rain in California
The air is cold and blurry as it presses the pine needles to your car
Tumbleweeds roll through the shopping malls and parking lots of supermarkets
Everyone is inside watching movies on their TV's, staying warm
The street outside is flashing underneath infrequent bursts of glaring headlights
Moving like a glacier or careening like a drunkard towards the trees
Flick my shitty lighter and pull smoke from the one-hitter on the doorstep
Blow into the fog and listen to the para-diddles on the leaves
When it's gone, the air will clear
And we'll have so much more to see
The stores will be filled up with people tryna buy their groceries
For now, I'm standing in the moonlight
Wondering, "When will this all be over?"
I'm wondering if it really doesn't matter what I do or what I say
I'm wondering if the neighborhood coyotes found a good place to take cover
And if it's gonna be another 14 months before it really rains
When it's gone, the air will clear
And we'll have so much more to see
The construction will continue
And the power tools will screech
And cars will cram the street
And that's just fine with me
'Cause I will stay with you
Not do a single thing all day with you
And hunker down after the storm is through
Perfect lazy days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect chatty days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect rainy days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect lazy days where all you need is me and all I need is you-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
But it's hard to hate the rain in California
The air is cold and blurry as it presses the pine needles to your car
Tumbleweeds roll through the shopping malls and parking lots of supermarkets
Everyone is inside watching movies on their TV's, staying warm
The street outside is flashing underneath infrequent bursts of glaring headlights
Moving like a glacier or careening like a drunkard towards the trees
Flick my shitty lighter and pull smoke from the one-hitter on the doorstep
Blow into the fog and listen to the para-diddles on the leaves
When it's gone, the air will clear
And we'll have so much more to see
The stores will be filled up with people tryna buy their groceries
For now, I'm standing in the moonlight
Wondering, "When will this all be over?"
I'm wondering if it really doesn't matter what I do or what I say
I'm wondering if the neighborhood coyotes found a good place to take cover
And if it's gonna be another 14 months before it really rains
When it's gone, the air will clear
And we'll have so much more to see
The construction will continue
And the power tools will screech
And cars will cram the street
And that's just fine with me
'Cause I will stay with you
Not do a single thing all day with you
And hunker down after the storm is through
Perfect lazy days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect chatty days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect rainy days where all you need is me and all I need is you
Perfect lazy days where all you need is me and all I need is you-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ernest Rosenstock
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