The Cyclone Songtext
von Al Olender

Two years, to the day
I was driving to Queens to try to get laid
My brain is bad
My body′s worse
They're gonna roll me out of New York in a shiny black hearse

You found a penny from ′93
Right there in Baltimore traffic
Made you think about me
You'd risk it all, to pick it up
You said you'd done stupider things
For just a bit of good luck

(Mhm, mhm, mhm)

I wasn′t afraid of the cyclone that day
I was only afraid you′d hear me screaming
Your name
And I was never the same


Brushing my teeth at the Planet Fit
I wish I never asked
If you were double jointed
I watch the spit, I wash my hair
I wanna text you but it's desperate
I′ll pretend I don't care

You drove too fast through Silver Lake
You said I′m gonna take you out
But I swear it's not a date
You locked the steering wheel
Up to my wrist
Here′s a bunch of keys
You gotta see which one fits

I wasn't afraid of the cyclone that day
I was only afraid you'd hear me screaming
And I won′t be ashamed
Close to death I saw your face
Now I wanna replace all my glass
With paper plates
Things that cannot break

(Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm)