Bad Business – hurricane damage

"this should work!"
i scream and i clutch to these written down plans
but people don't always feel the way a pen tells them to
and that's ok
this is easier said than felt
how long can i stay on this rainy diffuse island
it's so far to the shore and i am such a shitty swimmer
where have i been these last four weeks
i hate it! i hate it!
you scream for me but i cannot come and grip your hand
"i know the answers to all these questions i have"
"then don't ask them"
is this what the end of the world smells like
your abscence drawn and quartered by my desires
and i don't know how to make these choices
we run through the new york streets in the rain
you slip to fall and i catch you nine times total
all it takes is a few mistaken words of pointless paranoid thoughts
to bring this all to a crashing halt