Tropical Depression
Batten down the hatches
Sulfur from the matches
Thunder bumpers bumpin'
Ready for destruction
I know it's wrong, but chaos at least makes me feel something
Fasten down the chairs
I'm tearing out my hair
High tide's coming
I'm ready to be flooded
Save for the rotting floor, the water would feel nice on my feet
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
Red on the radar rimming underneath my eyes
Watch the lights flicker
Tongue black from the liquor
Wind is howling
Stomach is growling
I'm hungry but the nausea's overpowering
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
In the center of the sea
In the wake of my own trying
The earth looks pretty flat when everybody follows a straight line
Depressions can be tropical
I'm faking philosophical
A losing bet
Gas station cigarette
A name for every letter in the alphabet
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
In the center of the sea
In the wake of my own trying
The earth looks pretty flat when everybody follows a straight line
When everybody follows a straight line
When everybody follows a straight line
Oh oh, save me from the status quo
Can't help but feel I'm losing time
When everybody follows a straight line
Just send me out with the tide
Ladadadadadadada
Ooh
Sulfur from the matches
Thunder bumpers bumpin'
Ready for destruction
I know it's wrong, but chaos at least makes me feel something
Fasten down the chairs
I'm tearing out my hair
High tide's coming
I'm ready to be flooded
Save for the rotting floor, the water would feel nice on my feet
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
Red on the radar rimming underneath my eyes
Watch the lights flicker
Tongue black from the liquor
Wind is howling
Stomach is growling
I'm hungry but the nausea's overpowering
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
In the center of the sea
In the wake of my own trying
The earth looks pretty flat when everybody follows a straight line
Depressions can be tropical
I'm faking philosophical
A losing bet
Gas station cigarette
A name for every letter in the alphabet
The weather channel knows how I want to numb my mind
With what's out of my control, 'cause I'm tired of the grind
In the center of the sea
In the wake of my own trying
The earth looks pretty flat when everybody follows a straight line
When everybody follows a straight line
When everybody follows a straight line
Oh oh, save me from the status quo
Can't help but feel I'm losing time
When everybody follows a straight line
Just send me out with the tide
Ladadadadadadada
Ooh
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Writer(s): Olivia Riggio
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