Weather, Man

I don’t think you should have to see me bleed
Line by line from my teeth
But you didn’t wanna put me in the sea
As the tide began to feel deep, and that bothers me

Cuz you’re wearing the holes that I made when I walked through the shapes in the snow
You’re wearing them through
I’d sure like to know if I kept the appointment
I made when I came through to you

I think you wanna tell me, half of the time to fuck myself
But I know you want me to get better
Wasting all my letters
Spelling out my name in front of you

Cuz you’re wearing the holes that I made when I walked through the shapes in the snow
You’re wearing them through
I’d sure like to know if I kept the appointment
I made when I came through to

Try to find out if I’m worn down
I’m not
I can’t be afraid of a little bit of rain so
Give it a break
Plastics in your skin
Dancing like a weatherman