Seasonal Allergies
Have got us blurting out our lies
Regional Earthquakes

Made my hard-earned serenity seep out of my tired eyes

I'm the cultural attaché to your sins

The cold war detective of your embellishments
In the make of your plot to twist
All of my fears inside out, I've changed the course of the wind


So, like the weatherman I've become
I've predicted an end to the rising sun

Like the meteorologist you'll always be
I'll pretend


I'll pretend to be stringent
But definitions don't mean anything
I'll pretend to be stringent

But definitions don't mean anything