Like... A Hurricane

Finding it hard
Cutting it close
A cycle of years
I swore to myself
I would miss you the most
There's days that I could be home
We buy the cheap flights
Green vines have covered it up
Across the ocean
(I want to sink)
Into the sea
Watching serpents pass under this bed
Now they're nipping at my ankles
And the beasts below would rage
Scream until they answer to my name
Green vines have covered it up again
Those upstate punks have never had to play fair
They just float on like they haven't got a thing to worry them ever
She had a name
(What name?)
A girls name
Like a Hurricane